Makings of an Overlord

by The Emerald Commander

Suzuki Satoru has no idea how to rule the Great Tomb of Nazarick, especially now that he has been transported to an entire new world as a human (kind of). However, he is going to give his all, no matter how much Albedo keeps trying to sleep with him, how much Demiurge wants to commit genocides and how much he wishes to date that cute peasant girl in the village nearby. Slight!AU

9. Chapter VIII: Meetings

Chapter VIII: Meetings

When Albedo stepped out of the portal-gate, she took a few seconds to breathe in the cool night air. Behind her, a reluctant Rubedo, an excited Shalltear and a smug Nigun soon walked out of the dark void. Together, the quartet paused to stare at the village far away.

Even though it was late at night, there was a lot of activity in Carne Village. She sneered at the stench of humans and goblins that permeated everything. However, she managed to temper down her emotions.

You can do this, Albedo, she told herself. Remember what you must do and why you are doing this…

An image of a pleased Lord Momonga brought a blush on her face and a tingling sensation down her body. Yes, she wouldn't fail, even if what she intended to do was most disagreeable with her… to put it lightly.

"Lord Momonga is truly amazing," cooed Shalltear, her blood-red armor clanking as she squirmed with delight. "To think he could predict that some random peasant girl could summon such an army."

Albedo rolled her eyes but smiled nonetheless.

"He's the Supreme One, after all," Albedo sighed. "But remember, this Emmot girl was never random. From the very moment he saw her in the Mirror, our Master spotted her potential right away. Remember our purpose tonight."

Shalltear pouted and Albedo gritted her teeth. They both remembered how Lord Momonga had reacted after he saw the Emmot girls, both the chosen one and the little brat.

"Let us move," Albedo stated. "The earlier we do this, the earlier we'll return to Lord Momonga."

"I still don't like this," grumbled Shalltear.

Albedo didn't like what she had to do either, but it was either following through the Supreme One's designs or disappointing him, and the last thing Albedo wanted was to disappoint her beloved.

The quartet kicked off the ground and flew forward, towards the village front gate. From afar, even in the dead of night, Albedo's inhuman eyes were able to make every single detail, and what she saw amused her to no end.

Groups of goblins were working at the village gate. There was a group digging trenches, others bringing timber from the woods and building what looked like a very shabby watch-tower (goblin architecture at its finest) and then there were those that appeared to be building what Albedo could only assumed were gruesome displays and effigies to ward off enemies, from stakes to posts to hang prisoners. Albedo had learned from Demiurge that Goblins from both the New and Old World did that. The succubus was curious what they were planning, though.

Much to the quartet's annoyance, they were intercepted by a large group of goblins pointing crooked spears at them right at the gate. There must have been ten of them, all spearmen with spiky black armors and baring their sharp teeth. Soon enough, other goblins showed up and surrounded them, visibly wary of the newcomers. Apparently, even if they were insolent fools, they understood the difference in power between them and the newcomers. Albedo wasn't sure which one was a worse sight, though: humans or goblins.

"Halt!" One of the goblins spat with its shrilly voice. "You are in the lands of General Enri! Announce yourselves!"

Albedo took a deep soothing breath, even if she wanted to draw her brandiche and slaughter them all for their insolence. These were the lands of Lord Momonga, not that girl! The succubus instead reminded herself of her purpose, and that she couldn't allow her flaws to stop her from achieving her ultimate goal. That and she had work to do on the Emmot-girl. It wouldn't do to start killing her new minions.

"I am Lady Albedo and I've come in the name of Ainz Ooal Gown."

Albedo felt a sneer threaten to form on her face at that name. Why did her beloved have to pick that name for the human populace? That name included all of the Supreme Beings… all those unworthy masters who had cruelly abandoned Lord Momonga and made him suffer in solitude. That alone was a sin Albedo could never forgive.

But I'll remedy that, thought Albedo, only for her smile to strain on her face. And I suppose the rest of the harem will help too…

"Ainz Ooal Gown…" the goblins slowly mumbled and repeated to each other, before they all perked up and started scrambling around like crazy monkeys.

"That's the name the Warchief has been repeating!" One of them said.

"Call the Warchief!" Another of them said.

And call the girl they did. One of the goblins sprinted into the village while the rest returned to pointing their weapons at the newcomers. Rubedo didn't react, other than twirling her naginata a couple of times, while Nigun arrogantly sneered down at the little cretins. Shalltear, on her part, was still pouting. She was the most vocal against Albedo's plans, after all. The succubus, on the other hand, kept herself composed, as expected of Lord Momonga's future wife.

Warchief Enri, Albedo thought. She rolled her eyes. How ridiculous…

Seeing as they wouldn't be allowed through, Albedo studied the nearby constructions. The makeshift watchtower was definitely taking shape, and yet it seemed its hazardous design was mostly out of an argument rather than goblin poor engineering (and that's saying a lot).

"It should be ten feet taller! Taller means better view!" A goblin archer shouted at what appeared to be a goblin engineer (Lord Momonga forbid there was a regiment of those).

"Nonsense! It must be wider for more archers!" Replied the engineer.

Clad in black gambeson and leather jerkins, they seemed to have a thing for spiky decorations, much like any other goblin. Albedo rolled her eyes at their aesthetics. Bored by the argument of those two goblins, the succubus turned to her attention to her right, where goblins were digging trenches. The trenches, Albedo noticed, were being filled with spikes, although the goblins working on those also argued about their task.

"It must be deeper!" "Idiot, the trench should be wider!"

Similarly, the goblins to her left didn't appear to agree on the gruesome effigies either.

"No, the Warchief will want heads on spikes!" One said, only for another to add, "You fool, General Enri will demand we hang the entrails of her foes!"

Albedo was about to scoff at the notion of that pathetic Enri Emmot being anything remotely resembling a warchief of any sort, when the girl in question hurried towards them. When Albedo laid her eyes on the girl, the succubus found herself at a loss and reassessing her prior opinions. Shalltear, much to Albedo's disdain, quickly went from being visibly reluctant, to smirking with delight.

"Lady Albedo!" The girl wheezed, panting. "You have no idea how happy I am to see you!"

The peasant bowed and tried to catch her breath. Meanwhile, the succubus paid attention to the girl and her new attire. The whole set made the girl look quite the part of a goblin general, and she really wouldn't have looked that much out of place as part of the Tomb. Albedo had to admit, the girl might not be such a bad addition to Lord Momonga's concubines…

This girl – no, Enri… yes, Enri will be a fine concubine once I'm done with her, Albedo thought with a smirk.

A thought of a delighted Momonga made her blush and filled her with the strength to press on with her mission.

Albedo swallowed her distaste for the human. She reminded herself her goal: to prove herself worthy of being Lord Momonga's head wife. His plans included multiple women, many of which would be human, and Albedo knew that if she wanted the place she coveted, she would need to actually care and look after the females… no matter how pathetic and weak they were.

An eyebrow twitched. That also meant including Shalltear along the way.

Hadn't Lord Momonga promised she would be his wife, Albedo would probably have considered getting rid of the Emmot Girl (Enri, she reminded herself). It was obvious that Lord Momonga only wanted to use the girl. Still, Albedo struggled against her inner flaws which violently demanded a gruesome death for the Emmot Girl.

Remember, there's always the Midas' Touch, she told herself, a smirk stretching across her beautiful face. Oh, I can see it… this Enri could be quite the demoness… or maybe a werewolf? Hmmm, no, two werewolves in the harem might be one too many… the same could be said about doppelgangers… and there will be enough vampires, so that's out as well…

In the end, Albedo decided to dispel her thoughts and concentrate on the girl (Enri, she begrudgingly reminded herself). Instead of a peasant girl, Albedo imagined a much different woman. Yes, one worthy to serve as concubine, one that could please their master, and one who would be subservient to Albedo, the Head Wife.

She gestured at Nigun, who nodded. As she spoke, he translated, and would later translate that what Enri said. Albedo decided to ignore the air of smugness rolling out of the angel. He wouldn't be so arrogant once he learned what Albedo had in store for him.

"Greetings, Miss Emmot," said Albedo with a smile. "My Lord has sent me as soon as we got word of what happened here. He wished to come himself, but he has more pressing matters to contend with."

Mostly getting some rest. Dealing with pesky goblins is way beneath the Supreme Being, mentally sniffed Albedo.

It was hard to believe how much Lord Momonga wished to personally intervene when he was informed about the situation in Carne Village. It took the combined begging and pleading of all Floor Guardians (as well as Rubedo's input) before Lord Momonga agreed to let Albedo handle the situation. Even then, though, the Supreme One was very reluctant and kept worrying she, his future Head Wife, would mess up.

It is all a test, Albedo told herself. I must prove worthy of my future role… and that means welcoming one of Lord Momonga's first female humans to the fold.

She was reassured the Floor Guardians, especially Demiurge, were convinced that it was, indeed, all part of Lord Momonga's great plans.

"It- it is alright. I am thankful enough Lord Ainz has been kind enough as it is," Enri said with a bow, albeit with a hint of disappointment.

Lord Momonga sure has left little for me to do, Albedo thought with an amused smirk. This girl clearly is quite ready to serve our master as concubine.

"What is the situation, Miss Emmot?" Albedo asked, frowning with concern. "Have the goblins caused any problems?"

"Problems?"

Enri and Albedo looked at a goblin following behind the human. More muscular, better armored and certainly with far more than a mere glint of intelligence in his eyes than his fellow goblins, Enri's second-in-command stepped forward, studying the succubus.

Alongside him, Albedo was surprised at the presence of over a dozen redcaps. Dangerous, deadly and definitively on a whole scale above the average goblin in regards to power, Albedo was definitively impressed. Lord Momonga proved time and time again that no matter the form, his foresight and intellect were second to none.

"Jugem," Enri groaned. "Please, let me speak with Lady Albedo…"

"Albedo?" The goblin asked, raising an eyebrow at Nigun. The angel, in turn, sneered down at the goblin.

"Jugem, I presume?" Albedo said with a smirk. "I am Albedo, second-in-command to the great Ainz Ooal Gown… the very same Supreme Being who gave the horn that summoned you all to Enri."

"She's right," said Enri with a smile.

Jugem looked sour at that. He gestured at the goblins to be at ease and return to their positions, before he folded his arms with contempt.

"Alright, the name's Jugem Bonecrusher, and I am the General's enforcer. So, what do you want? We are busy here," he grunted.

He pointed at the surrounding goblins with one thumb, all of which kept working on their own little projects, ignoring what was happening at the gate. It was as she followed his finger that Enri finally noticed the construction taking place at the village's gate. Much to the amusement of Albedo and Nigun, and the confusion of Jugem, Enri went to the arguing pairs of goblins, frantic and horrified. Shalltear, on her part, blushed as her eyes followed the girl. To Albedo's disgust, Shalltear appeared to be staring at Enri's backside. Urgh, what a disgusting leech…

"Stop! You, please, stop! What are you doing?!" Enri shouted, heading over to the watchtower.

Nigun didn't follow her, and instead decided to study his fingernails with utmost boredom. Albedo, though, could feel the amusement rolling out of him as Enri addressed the goblins without a translator.

"Warchief!" The goblins on the nascent watchtower replied with glee. "We were just wondering what you wanted for the tower. Do you want it taller or wider?"

"No! No! Down! You, down!" Enri said in her tongue, pointing at the goblins before indicating the ground.

The goblins scratched their heads, before they nodded.

"Ah, I see, she wants the tower to be both taller AND wider," the engineer hummed. "Of course, warchief!"

The two gave thumbs up at Enri, who sighed with relief (clearly unable to understand what they had just said), only to notice the goblins working on the effigies.

"What are you doing? No! Stop, please!" Shouted Enri.

Albedo, throughout it all, stood there. She could understand why Nigun had decided to stop translating. This was too amusing a scene to let pass.

"I'll admit it, she looks sexy in that attire," purred Shalltear.

Is there something she isn't into? Thought Albedo with a sneer. Why would Lord Momonga wish for such a degenerate as a wife? She will no doubt try to spread her degenerate ideas to all of my thirty children!

The thought of bearing Lord Momonga's children quickly made her forget about Shalltear's ample sexual tastes.

"Hey, warchief!" The goblins replied to Enri.

"Stop! No! What are you even doing?" Enri asked.

"Eh… does that mean entrails or skulls?" The goblins wondered, unable to understand their General's words.

Enri pointed at the two goblins and then at the village, as if trying to say to leave what they were doing and return to the rest of the army. Sadly, she was dealing with goblins.

"That means both?" One of the goblins asked.

"That's definitively both," said the other one.

"As expected of Warchief Enri the Bloody!" The goblins chorused. "Skulls on spike and entrails it is!"

They gave thumbs up to Enri, who once again sighed in relief, failing to understand what the goblins had actually said, before hurrying over to the trenches.

"Stop digging! No, no, no! Please, don't do that!"

Enri started gesturing at them to stop digging. However, the goblins (being goblins) just had to come up with their own interpretation of her gestures. To their credit, Enri making digging motions and then shaking her head was perhaps way above the average goblin's level of understanding.

"You want the trenches wider and deeper? You've got it boss!"

Albedo smirked and shook her head. Stupid goblins. How could they not understand the wishes of their master? It wasn't like Enri could compare to Lord Momonga, and even then between Demiurge and Albedo, they had managed to understand some of Lord Momonga's plans perfectly.

If only she knew the truth.

When Enri returned to Albedo, she looked exhausted. By the looks of it, Enri had been trying to stop the goblins from their foolishness for some time now. Perhaps it was thanks to her effort that they weren't greeted by a giant war camp around the village. Albedo could only image what the goblins inside the village had been trying to build.

"I apologize for our delayed arrival, Miss Emmot," Albedo soothingly said, with Nigun back to translating. She removed her helmet and smiled at the girl. "I see that the language barrier has complicated matters…"

She approached the girl, who in turn offered a shy smile. Albedo stopped a mere two feet away, noticing the way the redcaps and Jugem glared at her in warning.

"You could say that," grumbled Enri with a strained smile and a tick on her forehead. "I am certain Lord Ainz would never intend for harm to befall us, but if I didn't know better, I'd say the goblins wished to pillage the village."

No sooner had Nigun finished translating, the goblins behind Enri stiffened and glanced at Enri, only to whisper between themselves.

"The General doesn't want to raid the village?" "Of course not you dolt! She's already conquered it!" "Should we tell the others?" "What about the skulls for the skull throne?" "Not now, Steve!"

Enri, on her part, didn't seem to understand the reason behind their change in demeanor.

"So they have been causing trouble?" Albedo asked.

"Only a few misunderstandings. I'm sure they meant no harm," Enri said.

Jugem, and the goblins, looked absolutely unrepentant, chuckling with amusement.

"In order to avoid future… miscommunications," Albedo said, "Lord Ainz has graciously offered for Nigun here to serve as your translator."

It took him longer than it should for said translator to understand what he had just translated.

"He what?!" Squawked the Nigun.

It took one glare from Albedo for the angel to bow submissively and submit to Albedo's decision.

"You want him to- to stay? Oh, we wouldn't want to impose! I – we just thought that… ehm… the goblins wouldn't be a permanent addition to our village," Enri said, only to hastily add, "N-not that we- we don't appreciate Lord Ainz for sending these brave, gallant and strong goblins, of course!"

The goblins immediately puffed up and starting flexing their arms. Enri sheepishly laughed, before silently begging Albedo to get rid of the goblins with a look of desperation.

"Eh… Warchief?" Jugem said.

Enri looked at her enforcer, unsure what to expect.

"We weren't sent here," Jugem stated with a smile. "You summoned us- as in we are alive because of you… meaning we are yours to command. We answer to no Lord Ainz, warchief; we answer to you and you alone."

Enri blinked once, twice and then thrice. Then she turned to Nigun, and nervously laughed with a quickly paling face.

"Oh, you must have translated wrong, mister," Enri chuckled. "You- you make it sound as…"

"The goblin, Jugem, is correct," interrupted Albedo. She gave another step forward, ignoring the way the goblins hissed and growled. "The horn wasn't meant for Lord Ainz to send troops. The item actually creates living beings to serve its user… for life."

Enri's jaw dropped and her eyes promised to jump out of her sockets. Albedo, on her part, fought the disgust at seeing the insides of a human mouth. She would have a lot of etiquette to teach Enri before she was ready for Lord Momonga.

"Congratulations, Miss Emmot, you are now a goblin general," said Albedo.

"And warchief," added a smirking Shalltear. "A very attractive one at that…"

"W-Warchief? General?" Squeaked Enri in disbelief, blushing.

"Yes, you didn't think your outfit was for nothing, did you?" Teased Shalltear, making Enri blush even more and try to cover herself.

"I… there must be a mistake, Lady Albedo," Enri said, fearful. "I-I can't be the leader of these goblins!"

"Why not?" Albedo and Jugem chorused.

"I- I – can't take care of- of so many beings!" Enri squeaked.

"Lord Ainz intends to speak with the King himself to discuss food and we have a large area within the Forest of Tob for the goblins to settle," Albedo said.

"But… but… I'm- I'm just a peasant!" Enri said.

"Perhaps, but you don't have to worry," Albedo softly said.

Albedo gave a step closer and a kind motherly smile to the human. Enri's face became an intense shade of red, being only one foot away from the beautiful creature in front of her. Jugem and the redcaps growled in warning, hands on their weapons.

"Jugem," Enri meekly said, shaking her head at the goblins.

Reluctantly, Jugem and the rest of the goblins stayed their hands but remained wary and glaring at the succubus.

"Have no fear," Albedo murmured softly, almost seductively. "Lord Ainz is most kind and wise. It was no mistake. To him, you are no mere peasant girl. If you so much choose to, you could be a lot more for him…"

Albedo thus went for the kill. Enri's eyes widened as the succubus' armored hands cupped her cheeks. They stood there, eyes stuck on each other. The goblins went back to growling and hissing, but surprisingly remained put.

"I can help you," said Albedo. "If you want to, I could show you how you can repay Lord Ainz for all of his kindness and how you may be of service."

Feeling the girl's flesh against her touch, Albedo realized she could easily kill Enri right then and there. She could end her, the human girl who had somehow gained her beloved Lord's attention and was headed to being one of Lord Momonga's concubines and bearer of his children. It would be so easy… just one snap of her neck and Enri would be no more.

But those were Albedo's inherent flaws speaking. Albedo, as future wife, would have to do better.

Hence, Albedo only smiled and leaned even closer to Enri, whose face grew even hotter. No, Albedo promised she would not fail Lord Momonga. In fact, Albedo had sworn to ascend and become worthy of Lord Momonga, no matter the cost. Well, the price was here: a human she would have to take care of and train to serve her purpose in Lord Momonga's grand plan… even if it mean allowing for the Supreme One to impregnate someone other than her.

Her hatred and jealousy could be great, but Albedo's love for Lord Momonga was above even that, and for his love, Albedo was willing to go as far as try to love that pathetic human peasant before her.

Yes, she does have potential, Albedo conceded, her smile widening. I'll make sure she is completely devoted to me, Lord Momonga's head wife, and to the one Supreme Being worthy of our love…

For some reason, Albedo's instincts told her that Enri might make for quite a succubus herself. It was such a strange sensation.

"What do you say…" Albedo whispered, her lips nearly grazing the girl's ear "…Enri?"

Albedo smirked as she noticed the way the hairs on Enri's nape stood on end. The succubus stepped back, knowing she had pushed her luck. Keeping her hands to herself, she smirked at the goblins that already had their weapons drawn.

Enri, in turn, remained frozen, probably unable to comprehend what had just happened.

"Think it over," Albedo said with a smirk. "Right now, let us deal with the goblins, shall we?"

Enri dumbly nodded.

Unbeknownst to the group, a certain Overlord was staring from afar with his face nearly planted on the Mirror of Remote Viewing.

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Nfirea Bareare was starting to have his doubts (or at least, more than the day before). He stared at the road ahead, and clenched the reins with his sweaty hands. It was beautiful day once again, with blue sky, cotton clouds and cool winds. All in all, perfect to meet childhood crushes.

Today is the day, he nervously thought. Today I'll see Enri…

Was she alright? Were the rumors true? Could she…? He shook his head and tried to force a smile in his face. The last thing he wanted to draw the attention of his mounted escort. Sadly, it was too late for that.

"You alright there, Mister Bareare?" Peter asked.

"You look rather pale," Dayne commented with concern. "Are you perhaps sick? I can offer some herbs or a spell if you need."

"Oh, it's nothing, maybe I'm nervous," said Nfirea.

"You are seriously offering herbs to an alchemist?" snickered Brita.

"Nature's gifts are many, and even an alchemist will appreciate some," gently hummed Dayne.

"I-I'm fine," said Nfirea. "Thank you."

"Sure it wasn't the stew? It wouldn't be the first time Lukrut messed up," teased Ninya.

"Joke's on you! You all keeping eating that stuff," Lukrut mused.

The warriors all shared a laugh at that before falling silent. Truth to be told, none was in a talkative mood. They had quite an eventful night, one that would forever embarrass Nfirea. They had pretty much interrogated him the moment they found a place at a village for the night, all concerning Enri and Carne Village. If that wasn't bad enough, Nfirea had been restless that night, worried about what he would find once he arrived at the village.

As the group carried on in silence, Nfirea looked at the sky.

What if Enri has fallen in love with that Lord Ainz? Nfirea thought, perhaps for the umpteenth time.

What could he possibly do? He was a simple alchemist, with some magical spells under his belt but other than that, he could barely compare to some grand mage that could summon magical beings and commanded powerful vassals. Nfirea grimaced, already imagining Enri announcing her love for that creature… whatever Lord Ainz happened to be.

Maybe going to Carne Village was really stupid, sighed Nfirea.

"Oh, you aren't already giving up, are you?" Brita said, giving Nfirea a playful punch. "She'll be happy to see you!" She smirked, leaning close to the alchemist. "And that's when you need to strike!"

"I – ehm – it-it doesn't matter," said Nfirea. "I doubt she sees me as more than a friend…"

"With that attitude that's not going to change," Lukrut sagely said.

"Oh my, keep an eye up in the heavens for demons; Lukrut has spoken wisdom," Dayne teased.

"That's right, mortals, listen to master Lukrut, the sage of love and romance," joked Lukrut.

The group laughed, before Peter addressed Nfirea.

"Don't worry, as far as we know, this Lord Ainz is just an exaggeration. I doubt half of what they say is true," said Peter.

And yet, in the village they had stopped by, it was all the villagers could talk about. Nfirea despaired as he heard a wandering troubadour repeat tale after tale of Lord Ainz Ooal Gown. Truly, the whole thing had grown ridiculous, but apparently, the mighty lord had caught the fascination of the commoners, and the villagers loved it all. In fact, the village chief had gone to Carne Village ahead of Nfirea and his retinue to speak with the Lord.

In the end, they carried on with their journey in silence. They were still a good distance away and would no doubt arrive at some point around noon. And yet, it felt as if Nfirea was getting closer to one of his worst nightmares.

All of a sudden, a shadow startled Nfirea from his ruminations. The knights had noticed it too, and their hands went to their weapons. The once easy-going atmosphere had shifted with a dangerous tension.

High above, Nfirea could make the silhouette of people. He stared in disbelief. Whoever they were, they either had a capable magic-caster that could use the 3rd tier spell [Fly] or they had equipment enchanted with that spell. Whichever the case, it meant that whoever they were, those fliers were no ordinary people.

There were five of them from what Nfirea could count, and as they got closer, he managed to make out their silhouettes more. At first, they looked like specters, colorful cloaks wrapped around them and bellowing in the wind. Only as they landed on the grass to a side of the road and pulled back their hoods that Nfirea realized they were all women… and not just any women.

All of them recognized their sigil right away.

"By the Four, they are the Knights of the Blue Rose!" Exclaimed Lukrut.

Ninya was slack-jawed while Dayne frowned. Peter, ever the leader, rode his horse towards the group.

"Hail, sirs," Peter called.

"Hail, my fellow knight," said the leader of Blue Rose. "I am Lakyus Alvein Dale Aindra and these are my fellow knights. You must be Peter Mauk, correct?"

"Indeed, my lady," said Peter with a bow. "Yes, I am Peter, leader of the Knights of the Swords of Darkness. How may we be of assistance?"

"Actually, we were hoping we could tag along? Sir Ainzach asked us to see if we couldn't aid you escorting Mister Bareare to his destination," said Lakyus.

"Ah, so you've been at E-Rantel," said Peter, blinking at the woman before him.

Nfirea wondered if Peter wasn't a bit dazzled by the woman's beauty. While she was no Enri, Nfirea wasn't going to deny she was pretty.

"I- ehm – we wouldn't wish to impose on you, my lady," Peter awkwardly said, trying to come off as professional. "Carne Village shouldn't be that far, and we would never ask for such-"

"Oy, let them come!" Brita shouted from the cart.

"Yes, Peter, let us join forces with our fellow beautiful knights!" Lukrut said, eyes already set on Lakyus and the two assassins behind her.

Dayne and Ninya shook their heads at Lukrut, exasperated by his behavior.

"I suppose it wouldn't be prudent to deny more men-at-arms – I-I mean, women-at-arms," said Peter.

"Worry not, sir, we won't cause any trouble," promised Lakyus.

With a simple kick off the ground, the knights flew off and went to hover around the cart. Nfirea, on his part, stared in awe at their hooded cloaks. He had a strong feeling they were the famed [Wings of Freedom] capes/cloaks that royal knights wore. It was evidence of who the Knights of the Blue Rose served.

"Hello, my ladies," Lukrut (unable to stop himself) said to the assassin twins. "It is a beautiful day, but not as beautiful as you…"

Ninya and Dayne shook their heads while Peter face-palmed before giving Lakyus an apologetic face. Tia and Tina, in turn, sniffed and coldly averted their eyes with visible disgust. Lukrut, though, was far from

"Ah, I see, embarrassed by my advances," Lukrut said. "Just the sort of women I like!"

"Stop it before they poison your food, you idiot," Ninya said.

"Lukrut, please, do not embarrass us," said a pained Peter.

That was when a large shadow fell over Lukrut and the ranger froze, blood escaped his face and a chill went down his spine.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" The bigger of the newcomers said, floating behind Lukrut.

The blond in question squeaked and shrunk, as if trying to hide atop his horse, from the massive Gagaran. Nfirea was rather dumbfounded by how bulky she was. He had seen his fair share of muscular women, but that one was on a level of her own.

"Oh, I smell a cherry over here," said the warrior, sniffing the air like a hungry wolf.

Lukrut looked ready to cry as Gagaran started massaging his shoulders.

"Gagaran, please, don't do this," sighed Lakyus.

But Gagaran, bold and undaunted, ignored her leader.

"I am Gagaran, handsome, but you can call me anything you want," huskily said the giant woman.

Lukrut's response was to desperately look at Ninya and Dayne for assistance, but both of them just looked back at him, extremely amused by the whole situation. Brita, on her part, couldn't resist snickering at Lukrut's expense.

"Peter…" squealed Lukrut.

Peter, though, give him a simple look that said: you are on your own in this one.

"So, handsome, how about it?" Gagaran said, wiggling her eyebrows. "Wanna have some fun over there?"

She pointed at the nearby Forest of Tob, a safe distance from the main road. Lukrut, on his part, was as pale as a ghost and his eyes darted around for an escape route.

"What's that? Goblin got your tongue?" Gagaran purred.

"Ewww," said the shortest of the Blue Roses. "Why don't you go and find one of your Ogre people?"

"Why should I want that when I have this handsome guy all wrapped up and ripe for the taking," retorted Gagaran.

"Please, behave," said Lakyus with a shake of her head before addressing a wide-eyed Peter, who stared at Gagaran in disbelief. "I do apologize for their behavior. They can be… immature at times."

"It's- it's alright," weakly said Peter. "I understand the feeling."

"Do not believe him," Dayne calmly remarked. "Peter's immaturity is second to Lukrut's."

Peter glared at Dayne, who chuckled.

After introductions were properly exchanged, the group all resumed their march. Differently from before, it seemed the presence of the Blue Roses had livened up the journey. Nfirea, though, was intrigued by the presence of the tabled knights of the Golden Princess.

"Wow, I can't believe you lot are here," Brita, ever the bold one, said. "I mean… the knights of the Blue Rose! What are you even doing around these parts?"

"We have heard disturbing reports of massive mobilization of goblins and ogres around that village, so Lord Rittenmayer and Sir Ainzach asked us to see if we couldn't offer our assistance to you and investigate the matter further," Lakyus politely replied.

"Evil Boss also wants to meet Lord Ainz Ooal Gown," said one of the twins (with red in her attire).

"Evil Boss plans to finally get laid with him," said the other one (with blue in her clothes).

"I- Tia, Tina that's- that's not true! Stop spreading such lies!" Exclaimed Lakyus.

However, by the intense shade of red of her face, Nfirea got the distinct impression that the twins weren't wrong. Nfirea, on his part, felt his gut twist into a tight knot. It wasn't enough Enri could have fallen to Lord Ainz's charms, now the most famous female warriors of the kingdom were rushing to meet him, already eager to join his alleged harem of warrior-wives? Yes, Nfirea didn't stand a chance against that dark deity.

"Speaking of getting laid…" devilishly chuckled Gagaran.

"Gagaran, stop it, please," begged a still-crimson faced Lakyus. Evil-Eye (what an odd name, thought Nfirea) in turn made gagging noises, as if retching.

"Nah, I will try with the elf-looking one when we get more privacy," said Gagaran with a shameless smirk.

Lukrut cried in fear.

"What about you, the one with the strange haircut?" Gagaran said.

"Oh no, this one is taken," said Brita, wrapping a protective arm around Nfirea.

The poor alchemist flushed as badly as Lakyus, feeling Brita's bosom pressed against his arm.

"Alright, I'll respect that," Gagaran nodded, only to turn to Ninya. "What about you? A bit on the young side, but you know what they say: better start early!"

The other Blue Roses face-palmed while a shaking red-faced Ninya released a terrified squeak.

"Oh, he's not mine," Brita said, drawing the attention of the shameless giant and gesturing at Nfirea with a smirk.

Nfirea hid his face behind his palms, already knowing where this was going.

"We are actually headed to rescue his beloved Enri from the clutches of Ainz Ooal Gown!" Brita joyfully said.

"So it is a rescue mission," Gagaran said.

"That- it's – that's not it," spluttered Nfirea.

"You don't stand a chance," bluntly stated Evil-Eye.

"Evil-Eye!" Exclaimed Lakyus.

"Man, that's mean, Shorty," mused Gagaran. "But, no offense, kid, she's not wrong. You know what they say about this Ainz guy, right?"

"Yes," sighed Nfirea in defeat. "I… I know it is hopeless..."

Lakyus went to float next to Nfirea.

"Don't say that," said Lakyus, giving a radiant smile to the boy. "If you fight for what you hold dear, there is always a chance of triumph. If you surrender, then all hope is truly lost."

Nfirea stared at the girl, who only smiled wider. Slowly, he felt his face flush and he looked away. Something about Lakyus reminded him of Enri. Perhaps it was that stubbornness she exuded, or the fact she looked quite the warrior. Regardless, Nfirea was ashamed by how he wished to meet back with Enri.

"I-I guess," mumbled Nfirea.

He sighed as Lakyus moved to fly next to Peter and proceeded to exchange local news. From the sounds of it, Lord Rettenmeier and Sir Ainzach had asked for Lakyus to inform Peter about a lot of things and, from the grave face on Peter's face, it couldn't be anything good. Meanwhile, Lukrut, recuperated from his close encounter with Gagaran, was trying to hit on the two stoic assassin-looking twins again. Ninya pestered Evil-Eye about her famed magic, much to the petite spell-caster's chagrin. Much to Nfirea's surprise, Dayne and Gagaran appeared to hit it off, talking about a group of druids they both knew about.

Next to Nfirea, Brita stared at Lakyus, admiration shining in her eyes. He smiled at the redhead, happy that the troublesome Huscarl had finally met one of her heroes. He then looked ahead, a faint smile in place.

Lady – no, Sir Lakyus is right, he thought with firm determination. Even if chances are slim, even if it is already a battle lost, I must fight for what I want…

He suddenly felt apprehensive of his destination. The appearance of the Blue Roses couldn't bode anything good. Just what sort of person was Lord Ainz Ooal Gown? What could he possibly be thinking about in that moment?

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Seeing Albedo leaning so close to Enri, nearly kissing the girl, was definitively be one of those things Suzuki would never forget about. For the virgin Overlord, it was quite a thing to see… and perhaps just as confusing.

For starters, Suzuki would not deny that Enri had looked amazing in her new attire. Lying there, on his bed, his mind wandered off to memories of the peasant girl clad in that armor of hers. The unique design, the way she looked with it… there was only one thing Suzuki could ponder:

I wonder if I could get Enri's Cosmetic Skin, Suzuki thought.

Not that he would ever be caught wearing such a thing, but the idea that there was an ultra-rare Cosmetic Skin within his reach was quite tantalizing for Suzuki's inner collector (or rather hoarder). It was also rather nostalgic.

It brings back memories, back when we hunted down players we spotted with rare Skins or items in the Mirror, thought Suzuki, smiling fondly at the ceiling.

He frowned, pondering if perhaps such things he used to do with his friends weren't a bit... excessive. The aspiring overlord shook his head, dispelling such heretical thoughts. They were all just having fun. It wasn't real-life back then and it was just part of Yggdrassil. If people didn't want to be attacked for their stuff, they shouldn't have picked a game with PVP.

Still, there were other matters to concern himself with, like the most recent nonsense caused by the shenanigans of the Shitty Devs. Without much difficult, Suzuki rolled over and released a groan of frustration against his pillow.

I can't freaking believe it! Five thousand goblins! How? Why? What were the Shitty Devs smoking when they added that hidden feature to the Horn? Suzuki thought exasperated. I, of course, can't just let those goblins run amok… because of course I bloody get roped with more responsibility? What's next? Becoming the ruler of the Kingdom?

He rolled from one side of the bed to the next, unable to fight of the growing frustration.

"This sucks!" Suzuki exclaimed.

He proceeded to just lay there, head against the soft pillow, looking utterly defeated, and stared at the ceiling with a worried frown.

I gave Enri one measly trash item… and now she has an entire army at her beck and call! Thought Suzuki, horrified by what he had seen through the Mirror of Remote Viewing.

The implications threatened to make Suzuki faint from paranoia-overload. How was he supposed to relax knowing that simple trash items like the [Horn of the Goblin General] had such hidden features? Such a thing could have applied to dozens of trash items.

There could be a dozen [Horn of the Goblin General] for all I know, each one of them with the potential of summoning armies… forget the army, those Redcaps are the real deal! Not one or two, but a bloody bunch of them! Thought a terrified Suzuki.

It didn't end there for the poor aspiring Overlord.

And it gets worse the more I think about it, Suzuki reasoned. Every bloody Player in the last six-hundred years probably brought dozens of trash items like I did! And now you are telling me that every single one of them has the potential of screwing me up?

Oh, he knew who to blame alright.

"Bloody Shitty Devs and their blasted sense of humor!" Suzuki angrily. "They probably thought it would be funny: 'Let us add hidden OP abilities in trash items so we can laugh at players that throw them away instead of exploring them'! Screw you, Shitty Devs!"

Considering that, indeed, it appeared that Suzuki and his friends had failed already to discover hidden abilities from objects that had been in their possession for quite some while like the [Throne of Kings], it suddenly stood to reason that there could be way more items in need of further exploration. That was leaving aside that the Transfer could have altered the abilities of said items.

"Oh man!" Swored Suzuki. "Now I need to be god-damn extra cautious! How do I know if the Slane Theocracy doesn't have like ten of the horns or other items?"

According to Nigun, it was likely the Slane Theocracy had spent the last two hundred years gathering all manner of items and equipment that came from Yggdrassil through any means necessary, if not prior to that. Considering Nigun ended up with a Sealing Crystal of all things added to the idea that the Theocracy probably counted with a handful of Yggdrassil items, at least. Sadly, not even a high standing officer like Nigun was sure about the full power of the Theocracy's treasury.

True, the Tomb and its inhabitants could deal with pesky goblins, even redcaps, and perhaps anything the Theocracy could have gathered in the last hundreds of years. Still, the idea that there were a hundred or more potential items just waiting to screw him over because of the Shitty Devs' poor sense of humor only filled Suzuki with dread.

The worst part, though, was that he had no idea why Enri even used the damned Horn. Could she have accidentally triggered a hidden spell? Was it glitch or mistake? Had the power of the Horn transferred incorrectly from Yggdrassil? It worried Suzuki how little he knew. The only thing for certain was that Old World goblins had popped up in force and it could only be explained through the Horn.

Why wasn't Carne Village under surveillance? Suzuki frowned, trying to remember. Oh, right, Demiurge asked to spend our resources surveying other villages.

Admittedly, Suzuki was certain that there had been no need to keep a constant eye on the village. In fact, he technically had eyes across the surrounding area. There were patrols in the forest, Demiurge and his intelligence-gathering task force were focused entirely on the roads and villages of the Kingdom (hunting down humans) and the denizens of the forest were allegedly superstitious about some creature, the Wise King of the Forest, to move in large numbers in the area near Carne Village.

Maybe I should have given Enri something else, thought Suzuki. Oh man, how did I screw up like that?

Oh, he knew how and why. He pulled himself out of bed and trudged his miserable being to stare himself at the mirror.

"I am so pathetic," muttered Suzuki. "I am still that pathetic salary man playing the role of ruler… a weakling and idiot. I suck at being a ruler! I can't even cast one measly spell? WHY?!"

He had promised himself he would grow stronger, try to be worthy of the role of Overlord, and yet he was still that puny useless person unable to do that one thing right. He had to constantly rely and force the NPCs to act. If he had the power of his avatar, with seven hundred spells learned, Suzuki was certain he could have been a lot more confident and unburden his poor NPCs from doing everything.

I must focus on growing stronger, thought the aspiring Overlord. I am supposed to be the Guild Leader of Ainz Ooal Gown, the protector and ruler of this tomb. I must be Lord Momonga… not Suzuki Satoru.

And that meant leveling up, to grow in strength once and for all, as well as gather more knowledge. There clearly were many things he didn't know about the New World, and as he had recently discovered, there were other things he couldn't trust to know from Yggdrassil either. He would only be more of a burden as a weakling.

Sadly, growing strong was easier said than done. Suzuki glared at the books piling up on his bedside table. He understood them, sped through most even, and yet no matter how much he tried, he couldn't master any abilities or spells.

If only mastering spells was as easy as mastering the human language…

Suzuki blinked in surprise only to slap himself.

"I need a teacher," realized Suzuki, only to frown.

A part of him, his paranoia mostly, would have had him try to learn everything by himself… yet that seemed like that would take its time, time he couldn't afford to lose. The recent events in Carne Village reminded Suzuki that he couldn't slow down; for the sake of his people, he would grow. That and his pride. Like hell he, the Guild Master and guardian of the remaining memories of his beloved friends, would be anything less than powerful.

"Perhaps I could ask Naberal to teach me… but could she really help me? Since she is way too many levels above me, I am not sure she could even teach me anything for me to begin with. Besides, can NPCs actually teach spells?" hummed Suzuki.

According to what he learned from the experiments he had conducted, NPCs were restricted by Class much like in the game and their spells and skills, while they could use them as easily as back in Yggdrassil, were innate to them. That didn't apply to Suzuki, who suspected he had arrived in some weird glitched mixture of his avatar and human-player form. He would have to learn magic the New World style, no doubt.

Suzuki glanced at a corner of his room, where he kept a whole stack of different weapons. He had been fooling around with them, privately trying to figure out if he couldn't suddenly develop some skill or ability (and admittedly to figure out which one looked cooler on him). It was a stupid idea, yet he had felt the necessity to follow through with it.

"I need someone closer to my current level, who learned magic from nothing without moving stats and points assigned to them, someone who hasn't been made with all that power… someone like- like a New Worlder. Right, I need a New World teacher," reasoned Suzuki. "Oh, why didn't I think about it before now? I need someone like…"

An image of Enri crossed his mind and, this time, he chuckled.

"…yeah, I wouldn't mind having a teacher like Enri. She wasn't half bad as a language teacher," mused Suzuki. He smiled at the ceiling. "Maybe I should get myself a harem of teachers?"

He laughed at such a stupid thought but in his amusement, he humored the thought.

"Maybe I could get my hands on a mage from the Imperial Academy to share all of its secrets with me… and why limit myself with magic? I am not restricted by class, am I?" Wondered Suzuki. "I could get myself a cute archer girl, a priest – no, a cleric or paladin would be way cooler… and what about assassins?"

He actually released a long laugh at that. He had needed it.

"Oh, Peroronchino would be proud," he snorted. "Alright, enough of being a dork, Suzuki. You have to face the choir."

Although he dispelled thoughts of humoring Albedo's former plans for a harem, the idea of getting masters in the New World for all branches of magic remained with him. He promised himself to seek someone to teach him magic rather than try to learn by himself. Clearly, he didn't have the luxury of time any more… not with thousands of goblins popping out of nowhere like that and making Suzuki rush to meet the King.

In the end, Suzuki walked out of his bedroom and was greeted by one of the maids. A few quick orders afterwards and the maid hurried over to the door, no doubt to inform an already awaiting Rubedo and his Royal Guard about his wishes. In the meantime, he plopped down at his desk and looked at the piles of folders, books and scrolls. With a weary sigh, he picked the first folder and began reviewing the latest updates.

Reading while eating his breakfast, Suzuki must have barely gone through the information relating to the state of the villages when Albedo walked in. She came with a radiant smile, and some emotion shining in her eyes that Suzuki couldn't quite identify.

"Good morning, my love," said Albedo, kneeling down. "Did you sleep well?"

"Good morning, Albedo," replied Suzuki with a smile of his own. "I slept rather well knowing you were handling the whole goblin issue. How are you doing, by the way?"

"Oh, I am doing perfect, my Lord," Albedo replied with a grin before gesturing at a folder in her hands. "I apologize for interrupting your meal, but I thought you'd like to hear my report on the state of the Goblin Army and how the situation was resolved in Carne Viilage."

Ah, right, I was supposed to rest and sleep instead of following Albedo with the Mirror of Remote Viewing, remembered Suzuki. He casually glanced at his bedroom. Speaking of which… maybe I should move it before someone realizes I dragged it to my bedroom and suspects I use it to peep on people.

"Yes, I would like to hear how it all went down," Suzuki hummed. "Would you like to have breakfast with me?"

"Why, of course my love!" Albedo happily said, standing up.

She quickly looked down like a shy teenager addressing her crush.

"My love, you wouldn't mind if I invite Shalltear to have breakfast with us, would you?" Albedo innocently asked.

That caught Suzuki by surprise, and immediately set off sirens in his head.

Alright, something is definitively up, thought Suzuki. First she is overly friendly towards Enri, and now she wants to invite Shalltear? Yeah, right, nothing to see here… sound the freaking alarm!

In the end, though, Suzuki had no reason not to follow through her request. And thus, less than half an hour later, the succubus found herself across Suzuki, with food of her own, and looking absolutely giddy. She looked actually happier than usual. Next to her, with the same cheerful demeanor, was a humming Shalltear.

Suzuku ate his breakfast, his eyes never leaving the two of them. Behind him, at his request (and as a precaution) he had called for Sebas and Rubedo. They could, hopefully, protect his endangered virginity if his worst fears were confirmed: an Albedo-Shalltear team-up to jump on him.

"Oh, Lord Momonga, you look as handsome as ever," purred Shalltear.

"Although you don't look so well rested," Albedo added.

Suzuki quickly averted his eyes, feeling guilty for spying on Albedo using the Mirror. He did not feel comfortable with the knowing smirk on Albedo's face either.

"So, the report?" Suzuki mumbled.

"Right, the situation with the goblins," nodded Albedo. "I am happy to inform you that the goblins have been relocated within the Forest of Tob within the areas we have conquered. They have started construction of a little structure of their own, some kind of fortress. When I last saw them they were arguing on the name… along other pointless matters such as the number of spikes on the walls, height of the towers and number of skulls they would need. Other than that, a goblin troop alongside thirteen redcaps have stayed behind to protect Enri."

"How is she doing by the way?" Wondered Suzuki with a frown. Does she hate my guts for thrusting so much responsibility onto her?

"Oh, she was doing most magnificently," giggled Shalltear. "You should have seen her in that cute attire of hers…"

"Indeed, she looked quite the part of the Warchief," mused Albedo. "You don't have to worry, my love. Enri is most thankful for your assistance, Supreme One, and other than that she appears to be handling the situation rather well. Perhaps it hasn't settled in her just yet."

There was a long awkward moment in which Albedo and Suzuki ignored the way Shalltear blushed and looking longingly at the ceiling. Whatever was crossing her head, it was no doubt above M rating.

"In any case, my love, what are your plans with Enri moving forward?" Hummed Albedo.

Suzuki did not like the hungry look in Shalltear's eyes at the question.

"My plans? That depends on Enri. I won't force her to do anything. If she wants to forget she commands an army of goblins and live an ordinary peasant life, then that shall be the case," thought Suzuki. "She didn't ask for any of this to happen to her and as the one who gave her the horn, it is ultimately all my responsibility."

"But she will choose otherwise, won't she, my love?" Albedo purred with a smirk.

It reminded Suzuki of Demiurge's knowing conspiratorial smiles, the sort he gave Suzuki when he thought he understood some massive convoluted and, more importantly, non-existent plan of Suzuki's.

I don't get it, thought a confused Suzuki. Doesn't she dislike Enri? I get Shalltear. With Peroronchino as a creator, Shalltear probably is into anything, even humans. But Albedo? No way.

"Regarding the attack on Carne Village…" said Albedo, suddenly serious.

Suzuki perked up, wide-eyed, pushing his suspicions to the back of his mind. There had been an attack?

"It seemed that the force that caused Enri to use the Horn was a small army of New World goblins, trolls and ogres. It would appear they are part of a Grand Alliance made of the tribes from the Eastern and Western regions of the Forest."

"How big was this armed force exactly?" Suzuki asked, concerned. "The one that attacked the village, I mean."

"Between two hundred and five hundred strong," said Albedo. "We do not know the full strength and numbers of the Forest Alliance, though, but it is safe to assume it is a few times bigger."

That large? And they went unnoticed? Suzuki blinked. How? How did Demiurge's network fail me? No, they didn't fail me. They are too focused on the Kingdom now… and I think no one expected the denizens of the forest to attack a village so close to the Tomb.

"What happened to them?" Asked Suzuki.

"They vanished back whence they came, scared off by the army of Old World goblins," Albedo said. "It is surprising they showed that level of intelligence; I would have assumed brutes like them would stupidly engage against a larger force."

Oh no, this is bad, thought Suzuki. Now I have an alliance of demi-humans threatening Carne Village? Oh crap, Enri's goblins!

"Wait, the relocated goblins, now they are exposed to this forest alliance," Suzuki realized.

"They can take care of themselves, my love, and once Enri takes her place as leader, I am sure they will become the ruling force of the Forest," said Albedo with that same smirk of before.

"She's right, Lord Momonga," said Shalltear. "The goblins, the redcaps in particular, look quite befitting of the warchief."

Warchief? Suzuki shook his head and pushed the matter for latter.

"We need more information," sighed Suzuki. "I don't like the idea of this Forest Alliance organizing attacks of any sort. In fact, it worries me that there even is such an alliance to begin with. This situation could be a lot worse than we believe."

Because of-freaking-course everything just had to get more complicated! Mentally whined Suzuki. And what was that of Enri taking her place as a leader? I sincerely don't see Enri leaving Carne Village for anything… or anyone. Something is up… what is Albedo scheming? And why Shalltear is so interested on Enri now? Oh, I can feel Demiurge's devious fingers in this!

"Oh, actually my love, from what the villagers explained, the attackers actually wanted Carne Village to submit to the leaders of the Forest Alliance and aid them against an enigmatic fiend called the Great Shadow."

"The Great Shadow," repeated Suzuki, concerned. "What could that possibly be?"

Could it be a Player? A paranoid Suzuki immediately thought. Crap, more reason why I need to grow stronger! Oh no, what if- what if a Player who hates the Guild, someone we ganked on and is still salty about it, is trying to push the forest demi-humans to attack us in order to test our defenses? And what if… he is giving them trash items?

"I do not know, my love," said Albedo. "It was described as a powerful entity that made entire clans disappear. Perhaps this alliance is a result of our conquest?"

Suzuki blinked and slowly nodded, relaxing a bit.

"Could be," he conceded. However, he frowned. Why would this Alliance call it the Great Shadow though? Demiurge and others went full genocide… maybe the clean-up afterwards was too efficient?

"We will investigate the matter further with utmost caution," said Suzuki. "The fact remains, however, that we could have allies in the region, either as a more immediate source of resources or a military back-up to avoid destabilizing the region any further. What are our options?"

That and if there are players trying to test our strength in the forest, it would be nice to have more eyes and friendly troops out there, thought Suzuki.

"If the actions of the Forest Alliance are anything to go by, the alliance probably has managed to recruit all of the goblins, ogres and trolls clans, willingly or by force," replied Albedo. "That leaves few options: the lizardmen and toadmen in the Great Lake. There are also rumors of dwarves living further north, in the Azerlisia mountains."

Dwarves? A surprised Suzuki thought. Why am I only now learning about dwarves?

His mind conjured the image of Yggdrassil dwarves, drunk Nordic short warriors with an obsession with mining and blacksmithing. What were the odds New World Dwarves were like their Yggdrassil counterparts? It was worth exploring, though.

"Let us try to approach the denizens of the Great Lake then," decided Suzuki. "But, like I said, I want to practice extreme caution. In the meantime, have the Tomb battle-ready but not in full alert. Other than that, I want to know what is going on inside the Forest of Tob."

"It shall be done, Supreme One," said Albedo with a bow.

"Good," sighed Suzuki. "Additionally, I want someone to keep an eye on Carne Village at all times. It seems that we are not as omniscient as we would like."

"I already have a source installed within, my love," Albedo said with a smirk.

"Oh?" Suzuki wondered.

"Nigun," she said. "He will serve as permanent translator and Enri's bodyguard. Even though her redcaps are far more capable, he will keep an eye on her for us."

Huh, how thoughtful of her… Wait, hold up! Since when does Albedo call Enri by her name? Until last night it was the peasant girl or something in those lines, Suzuki warily realized only to mentally groan. Oh no, not Nigun! I was hoping to have him teach me magic!

"S-so, my love," Albedo tentatively asked, timidly lowering her face and blushing. "Did… did I meet your expectations?"

Suzuki studied the succubus, unsure how to respond. He knew there was something off with Albedo's interactions with Enri. Then again, maybe Albedo recognized he had something of a friendship with Enri and thus believed she had to be friendly as well…

For all I know Albedo is going the extra mile to act friendly all while being extremely jealous of Enri, thought Suzuki.

He leaned back on his chair, ridden with a new sense of guilt.

Crap, I have been so worried about Enri I have been neglecting Albedo… and Shalltear. Oh man, I promised they would be my wives yet here I am, obsessing over Enri and her new cosmetic skin… although that cosmetic skin is rare… and it definitely looks good on Enri… I wonder if I could repeat the circumstances behind the whole goblin army summoning to get my hands on that skin – wait, focus Suzuki!

He looked at Albedo, who was still waiting for an answer.

"You did great, Albedo, beyond my expectations," admitted Suzuki.

"Oh, thank you, my love," said Albedo, looking excited.

"It is the truth," said Suzuki. "You quickly dealt with the situation and handled everything perfectly."

"Truly?" Albedo said.

She deserves some praise, doesn't she? He decided. It must be hard being to pick up the slack after me.

Suzuki nodded at her, trying to give her his best smile.

"You don't know how your words warm my heart," said Albedo, her smile promising to split her face in half.

Suzuki shuddered at the animalistic lust emanating from Albedo's face.

"What about me, my Lord?" Shalltear asked, waving a hand and trying to draw his attention.

Albedo scowled, glaring at the vampire, only to quickly mask her features behind a smile. That confirmed Suzuki's suspicions; Albedo was clearly behaving for his sake. He could only feel guiltier at that.

"I haven't praised your own efforts as of late, haven't I?" Suzuki hummed. He smiled at Shalltear. "You have been working hard, getting humans for the Tomb, and from what I've been told, you have been behaving yourself. I am impressed."

"It is all for you, Supreme One," said a blushing Shalltear with a smirk.

Suzuki gulped at the way both women was staring at him like a chunk of meat.

"Ehm – good, right… S-S-so, Albedo, how are the security measures going for the meeting today?" A sweating Suzuki asked.

He had always found it hard to interact with women back IRL, but those two… Suzuki could definitely do without those predatory gazes of theirs.

"Everything is going as planned," said Albedo. "The Pleiades are in place and are keeping an eye on everyone inside the village. We also have Shadowflayers posted ready in the shadows of the structures, and the rest of our forces are on standby ready to be portalled in if needed. Demiurge is surveying the roads and the twins are diligently patrolling the forest. No player will slip our notice."

"What about Pandora?" asked Suzuki.

"He should be back shortly," Albedo said.

"Good," Suzuki slowly nodded.

He was still confused about Albedo. He glanced at a smiling Shalltear. While he welcomed the newfound civility between the two, Suzuki wondered if it wasn't truly forced. The fact both women seemed to be welcoming towards Enri only confused Suzuki further.

They must be making all these efforts to make me happy, thought Suzuki.

Just as he knew it would, Suzuki felt a mountain of guilt crash down on his little puddle of self-worth. It was all his fault, from his stupid dorkiness before the transfer to his procrastination on growing strong enough to actually handle Albedo's (and god-forbid Shalltear's) advances. There they were, suffering from unrequited love, while also trying to make said person happy.

I am truly pathetic, angrily thought Suzuki. I must grow stronger, worthy of the title of Guild Leader of Ainz Ooal Gown and one day manage to love them back. That's the least they deserve. However, in the meantime, I should thank them somehow for the effort they are already making, to show I appreciate their hard work… but how?

Suzuki gulped as a very bold idea came to mind. It would be playing with fire, but perhaps it would be a clear sign he appreciate them enough to subside any jealousy they felt towards Enri and, perhaps, make it clear he wasn't going to play with their feelings.

Come on, you coward! You got yourself into this mess by editing Albedo's Bio, now make it up to her! Suzuki told himself. He glanced at Shalltear, who just had to be created by Peroronchino.

In the end, he sighed.

"My love, are you alright?"

"Yes, Albedo, I just… I think I have been rather neglectful of you as of late… both of you," confessed Suzuki. "I believe it is time I showed how much I appreciate all the effort you've made for the tomb and me."

"Do you mean…?" Albedo's eyes sparkled with childish glee.

"…a reward?" Huskily asked Shalltear.

Suzuki mentally cried in fear.

"Ehm – yes, a reward," chocked Suzuki. "Just… give me your word you won't try to jump over me?"

"I give you my word!" An excited Albedo asked. Her wings were already flapping eagerly. "What will my reward be?"

"Me first! Me first!" Begged Shalltear.

Suzuki mentally groaned. Why did they have to make it so difficult? He stood up, much to their confusion, and with his heart racing, walked around the table.

"Albedo, you handled Enri's situation perfectly," said Suzuki. To her credit, Suzuki hadn't expect Albedo to treat Enri so well. "I'll… ehm… reward you first, alright? Could you… ehm… stand up?"

Albedo squealed and jumped to her feet. Shalltear pouted and folded her arms, but licked her expectantly.

"P-Please, close your eyes, Albedo," mumbled Suzuki.

She did that. Suzuki stared at her, guilt-ridden. He could do this. He had to. The thought that his actions and feelings towards Enri were causing her pain gave him the extra push he needed. Thus, he leaned forward and gave her a peck on the cheek.

Well, he had planned on it being a peck, quick and non-committal. And yet, when his lips reached her cheek, he was surprised by how soft her skin was, and then there was the smell. The flowery scent Albedo gave off was truly divine. It took him longer than it should to realize he had been kissing her cheek a good many seconds.

When he leaned back, he did so in a panic. Suzuki hadn't intended to give her more than a chaste gesture, something simple that went above pats and hand-holding. Now though, Suzuki feared he had messed up, and big time.

Albedo slowly opened her eyes, shocked. She caressed her cheek in disbelief, a small smile forming on her face. Suzuki, although afraid of what would happen next, could admit she looked rather cute when she was bewildered. Shalltear, on her part, was looking wide-eyed, covering her mouth, while her once pale face was covered in a crimson shade.

Then Albedo started sniffing and her eyes watered. Suzuki stared, horrified.

How did I screw up now?! Thought a horrified Suzuki.

"M-may I- may I be excused for a moment?" Meekly asked Albedo, so unlike her.

He stood there, mouth agape, feeling horrible. How had he messed up so badly? However, all he could to was nod. Albedo quickly retreated with short hurried steps, not before glancing at Suzuki. Suzuki's shame only grew the further away she went, until she left the door, and Suzuki closed his eyes and groaned.

Oh man, I can't even kiss a woman on the cheek without being a screw-up? Bemoaned Suzuki.

Then, it happened.

"YEEEES!"

He recoiled as he heard the loudest squeal he had ever heard coming from outside the door. Suzuki blinked as, just like that, he heard Albedo scream, laugh and cry with audible euphoria. He sighed with relief and smiled.

"What about me, Lord Momonga?"

Suzuki looked at the happy vampire jumping up and down in front of him. He actually found himself smiling fondly at Shalltear. Even if she was an extremely kinky, degenerate, bloodthirsty and blood-sucking monster, Suzuki had to admit she was rather adorable in her own. Perhaps just what Peroronchino had envisioned? That and Shalltear was an excellent cook.

"Alright," nodded Suzuki. "Shalltear-"

He was interrupted by more of Albedo's screams outside.

Shalltear and Suzuki looked at the door where Albedo was still making a scene. Suzuki pinched the bridge of his nose. He should have seen that one coming. Shalltear scowled, annoyed at the way Albedo interrupted Suzuki.

"Alright, Shalltear," Suzuki cleared his throat. "I suppose you'll want something like Albedo?"

Shalltear looked at her feet, much like an unsure child, before looking at him with an innocent face.

"Could I ask for a hug instead?"

Suzuki blinked. A hug? Well, that was easier to do, right?

"Very well," Shalltear he said.

Before he could even move, though, the petite vampire clasped herself against him, wrapping his arms around his waist and pressed her face against his chest.

"Oh, how long have I longed for this!" Squealed Shalltear, rubbing her cheek against Suzuki.

It was an awkward situation, yet far more innocent that Suzuki had envisioned coming from Shalltear. In fact, he actually chuckled at how happy Shalltear was with a mere hug. She actually looked like a child cheerful to be hugging her parent. Of course, as all things Shalltear, it couldn't just end like that.

Just when Suzuki thought Shalltear was behaving extremely well and innocent, she buried her nose against his rose and then took one long loud sniff. It creeped the hell out of Suzuki. Shalltear, though, was ecstatic, and even drooled a bit.

He turned to Sebas and Rubedo. Sebas looked on with a curious raised eyebrow. Rubedo, on the other hand, was twirling her nagita, gaze focused on Shalltear and ready to slice the vampire. The two maids present, on the other hand, looked absolutely giddy about witnessing all of what they had transpired.

That was how Albedo found them all once she return. Upon laying eyes on Shalltear, Suzuki knew right then and there, all fooling around was gone.

"What do you think you are doing, lamprey?!" Roared Albedo.

"What does it look, gorilla?!" Replied Shalltear.

Whatever goodwill the two females had tried to show during the breakfast earlier was long gone. Instead, Suzuki found himself caught between two top level monsters that were pinning after him.

The joys of being an overlord, trying to survive my servants' affection! Suzuki thought as he glanced at the two.

Just when Suzuki thought he would have to intervene, the door to the office opened and in marched the one person Suzuki needed.

"Mein Schöpfer, I've returned!" Announced Pandora's Actor as he goose-stepped into the room.

He froze as he spotted Albedo and Shalltear.

"Pandora, so good to see you!" Suzuki said with barely restrained relief.

He almost rushed to the doppelganger, leaving behind a pouting Shalltear.

"Seig heil, mein führer!" Proclaimed Pandora with an accompanying salute. "I am here as commanded. I have brought something you will love to see, mein Schöpfer!"

"Oh?" Suzuki replied, trying to ignore the whole nazi-salute.

"Pandora, what a pleasant surprise," Albedo said, returning to her professional demeanor.

She looked quite displeased. Shalltear, on her part, glared at Pandora for stealing Suzuki's attention.

"Greetings, Lady Overseer, Lady Shalltear," Pandora said with a tip of his military cap. He immediately turned to Suzuki, looking like a child eager to show a drawing he made to his parent. "Supreme One, what do you think about this?"

He pulled out a small item from his inventory and laid it over the long table. Suzuki and the nearby NPCs, Rubedo included, all leaned over it with frowns.

"How interesting," said a stoic Sebas. "However, I fear I fail to see what is so relevant about this weapon."

Rubedo didn't say anything, just going back to standing vigilantly behind Suzuki.

"Is this all you have brought to the Supreme One?" a displeased Albedo asked.

"Eh… is that a simple dagger?" Shalltear asked, confused.

Suzuki's reaction, though, was entirely different.

"Are those – are those runes?" An excited Suzuki asked.

"Yes!" An equally enthusiastic Pandora said. "Magically etched runes, marked straight on the metal!"

Like a pair of nerds, Pandora and Suzuki gushed all over the item. Albedo and Shalltear exchanged confused faces, before turning to Sebas and Rubedo, who whilst unfazed, were equally confused.

"Is this… mithril?" Gasped Suzuki.

"A special mithril-Orichalcum-iron alloy, expertly balanced and made by ancient dwarven techniques!" explained Pandora.

Suzuki grabbed the weapon and studied it, looking at it from every angle, with a pleased Pandora standing in front of him.

"And the runes imbue this dagger with special properties?" Asked Suzuki.

"Yes! It is like Inscription Crafting Skill, but on metal!" Pandora said.

And yet it was very different. What the doppelganger didn't know was that Suzuki actually recognized the runes. How could he not? They were Norse runes, one of the most overused runes in fantasy! That meant that either the New World has a connection with IRL or this was the meddling of Players. Still, Suzuki was impressed by the uniqueness of it. He needed to know more!

"My love, perhaps we should focus on more pressing matters?" Albedo suggested.

Both Suzuki and Pandora exchanged looks before sighing in resignation. Examining such unique item would have to wait.

"You are correct, Albedo," said Suzuki. "Keep it, Pandora. Study it in your free time. There will be another task I'll have for you before you return to E-Rantel…"

Particularly trying to figure out once and for all what trash items don't accidentally cause Ragnarok or some crap the Shitty Devs most definitively added for shits and giggles, a frustrated Suzuki thought.

"….First, we have all these pesky meetings with humans to prepare for."

"Deine wünsche sind mir befehle," said Pandora with a bow.

"Albedo, summon all Floor Guardians," called Suzuki, moving over to sit at his desk. "With Pandora back with us, it is time to iron the final details for our meeting with the human chieftains."

Suzuki leaned back on his seat, trying to repress a sigh.

Hopefully I won't screw this up, he thought.

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Enri had expected to feel many things after she had been told of her new status. The most obvious one was disbelief, perhaps absolute denial. How could she, a mere commoner, be suddenly commander of thousands of demi-humans? Then there was despair. How was she even supposed to take care of such military force? Of course, there could be fear and anger, but Enri didn't even feel a hint of such emotions.

At the moment though, she was only irritated and frustrated. She huffed and puffed, but nothing changed. All she could do, was groan and gently smack her head against the wooden walls of the rear gate, outside the village and with her back to the forest. Generally such a gate was deemed dangerous given its proximity to the forest, but she couldn't care less. Then again, she wasn't alone.

"And what is the problem now, girl?" a bored haughty voice said behind her.

Enri turned around and glared at Nigun Grid Luin, the annoying angel. With his face hidden behind a plain mask that only allowed for his eyes to shine through narrow slits, he studied his fingernails with the utmost boredom, pointedly ignoring Enri's expression.

"The problem?" Enri said. "I am suddenly a goblin general and now everyone treats me like I am royalty!"

It was true. Everyone at the village kept treating her with a lot of formality and respect. The warriors kept nodding at her with stern looks and the children all stared at her in awe. The women around her age, on the other hand, squinted at her with jealousy whenever they thought she wasn't looking.

"Well, you did receive the favor of Lord Ainz, so you might as well be royalty over this lesser lifeforms," Nigun remarked.

Jugem, who stood next to Nigun, said something with an air of confidence.

"The goblin says that if you want to destroy the walls you only need to ask," Nigun translated.

Jugem said something else, something that made Nigun snort in amusement.

"He adds he knows the right goblins to head-bash the wall if you want," said the translator.

Enri groaned and went back to smacking her forehead against the wall. There she was, stuck with a smug stuck-up translator that couldn't help being a smug bastard and then there were the goblins… she wasn't sure which one was grating more on her nerves.

For better or for worse, Enri's life as she knew it had ended. There was no going back now. Even if Lord Ainz took care of the goblins, she knew the villagers would never see her as one of them again. Even her parents treated her differently…

Enri sighed and stepped away from the wall. She smacked her cheeks and harrumphed, before smiling. It was time to stop whining and actually try and do something. Enri paused and grimaced. But what? Her parents and the village seemed to be conspiring to keep Enri away from any hard labor… she still wasn't sure if it was because they thought Enri had somehow become Lord Ainz's vassal/retainer or simply as means of keeping her free enough to spend her time with Lord Ainz.

Just as she pondered what she could do to help around (there had to be some chore left undone somewhere!), a certain child came rushing out of the gate.

"Enri! Enri!"

"Nemu!" replied Enri, concerned. "Did something happen?"

"No! It's Nfirea!" The girl said, grinning.

Nfirea? Frowned Enri, baffled.

"He's here!" Cried the little girl before running away.

"Nfirea is here?" Enri frown deepened, only for her eyes to wide. "Nfirea is here!"

Just like the little girl, she broke into sprint and off to the main gate. She smiled, joy swelling in her chest. It was good to finally have a friend to talk, especially with so much having happened to her. She ignored the cries from Nigun and Jugem as they chased after her.

The villagers she came across all waved at her. They were all kind and warm, as usual, yet Enri could feel something different in the way they looked at her… that or they were a bit distracted by the screaming desperate goblin and a frustrated angel running after her. She caught up to Nemu quick enough, and picked her up, making the child giggle, before giving her a piggyback. Sadly, it slowed her down, thus allowing for her two new shadows to reach her.

As she crossed the village, she went past the village center. There, she slowed down a bit, and took a moment to try and look respectful to the gathered men there. Knights, huscarls, chieftains and simple village chiefs were congregated there from all around the king's lands around E-Rantel and beyond. There were even a few lesser nobles in their midst. All in all, they were quite a crowd, and all of who did not seem quite appreciate of the presence of Jugem.

Enri didn't know how to feel about that. She had never had a favorable view of goblins, or any demi-humans other than Jotun and Leshy. There was bad blood between the denizens of the forest and the village, after all. And yet, Jugem and the rest of his army were hers to take care of. More importantly, they were a most gracious gift from Lord Ainz. Enri would never allow any of Lord Ainz's gifts be looked down upon.

Whispers broke amidst the crowd once Enri was at a fair distance from the village center. Jugem growled at the humans, while Nigun went back to looking back at his nails, bored.

"Ignore them, Enri," sniffed Nemu with a familiar haughtiness. "They are all inferior beings."

Enri scowled at Nigun, who looked too proud of himself for teaching Nemu how to treat the visitors of Carne Village or anyone who was disrespectful towards Enri's goblins.

"They aren't inferior beings, Nemu," sighed Enri, "but forget about them!"

She broke into a sprint once again, much to the chagrin of Jugem and Nigun. Excitement returned to Enri as she approached the front gave. She knew what she was going to do once she reached Nfirea. First, she was going to give him a strong crushing hug. Then, she was going to take him to some private spot and give him a rundown of all that happened to her. Enri really wanted to know what her good friend would say about Lord Ainz and, more importantly, Albedo's offer.

However, her aspirations died down the moment she caught a glimpse of the front gate. She froze, only to groan, shoulders slumped. There, on the threshold into the village, the goblin troop that had been left behind was pointing their weapons and growling at a group of strangers. Said strangers, noticed Enri much to her horror, were knights.

The knights were standing in front of a cart, weapons drawn. Were it not for the pair of Carne's warriors and the Chief trying to stop both sides from engaging, Enri was sure blood would have already been spilt.

Wait, female knights? Enri noticed, only for her eyes to widen. Could they… yes, their sigils… oh, by the Four, it's them: the knights of the Blue Rose! But who are the other ones? And where is Nfirea?

Enri hurried to the gate. Unbeknownst to her, Nigun froze and fell behind, before pulling himself forward. His eyes shone with apprehension behind his mask.

"Lower your weapons!" Enri shouted, dropping Nemu off her back and hurrying towards her goblins. "Nigun, quick, translate for me, please!"

Nigun muttered before doing as told. The knights and goblins looked at her. Whereas the knights stared, dumbfounded and confused, as the goblins, much like children, all beamed at her and a couple even waved, happy to see her. None was more relieved, though, than the village chief. He looked exhausted, no doubt already busy with all the visitors in his village.

"Sorry for that," Enri said, bowing at a blond knight leading her fellow. "I- I didn't mean for this to happen, I swear!" She turned to Nigun and Jugem. "Please, have the troop retreat back."

The knights all watched, fascinated and dumbfounded, as the demi-humans did as told. The goblins grumbled and muttered, but obediently went to stand at a side. They did not, however, stop jeering and sneering at the newcomers. Luckily, the knights were distracted by Nigun. Oddly enough, the angel in question seemed quite shy and subdued, as if trying to keep a low profile. It was quite a stark difference from the usual arrogant persona he had displayed. Enri, though, didn't mind the change.

"Welcome to Carne Village," said the Chief. "I… apologize for the goblins." He glanced at Enri, who blushed. "They are a… recent addition."

"They are goblins?" One of the knights, a young swordsman, asked in surprise.

"They kind of look like them… but I've never seen green-skinned ones before," said a fellow knight, with a bow strapped on his back.

"Yes, they are our Village's summons," grunted the Chief. He folded his arms, as if daring the newcomers to challenge his claims. "So we will not tolerate any harm befalling them."

"You summoned them, didn't you?" One of the knights, the petite child-like one with the mask said towards Enri.

Enri's smile grew strained. Deep down she panicked. How did the short knight figure it out? So far the idea was to lie to outsiders and claim that she had been merely given control over them by Old Yagga, the wood witch.

"She summoned them? How?" Asked the leader of the Blue Roses, the famed Sir Lakyus of the Dark Demon Blade.

"Magic," muttered the Chief. "Now, what business do you have in this village? I do not mean to be rude, sirs, but we are currently hosting a Gathering and the last thing I want are meddling vassals with no reasons to be here."

"Oh, ehm… they are… escorting me, Chief," said a timid voice.

From behind the knights, who had finally sheathed their weapons, came none other than Nfirea Bareare. Enri beamed, happy to see his friend, only to frown. Wow, he sure had grown from the last time she had seen him. Was he taller? Yes, definitively, and he also was scrawnier.

"Nfirea!"

Enri was broken out of her observations as a blur launched itself at the poor boy. Nfirea, caught unprepared, was thrown back to the ground as the projectile named Nemu hugged him.

"Bareare?" said the Chief, surprised. "We weren't expecting you."

"Oh, I-I came earlier this year," said Nfirea as he tried to stand up with an unrelenting Nemu latched onto him. "With all that I heard happening I… I had to come and check on you."

He glanced at Enri, blushed, and then averted his eyes. Enri tilted her head, confused.

He came all this way for us? Oh, that's so sweet, thought Enri with a smile. I have to present him to Lord Ainz! I'm sure he'll love to meet Nfi.

"That was foolish and reckless," the Chief admonished, folding his arms. His two warriors on each side nodded. "The roads aren't safe anymore, lad. The accursed beasts of the forest are at it again, and this time in mass. We were barely able to make it through the night."

The knights all looked ready to interrogate the burly village Chief, only to be beaten to the punch by the same magic-caster from before.

"Were they the reason the girl summoned the goblins?" Evil-Eye asked. "Do not try to lie. I recognize those goblins. They can only be summoned, and by the way they behave around her, she is their summoner."

The chief sighed, disgruntled, and gave Enri an apologetic look.

"Yes, Enri is their summoner," grunted the man. "And it was thanks to her goblins we were spared from annihilation."

The spell-caster looked ready to ask more, only for Nfirea to interrupt her.

"You can summon goblins now? How?" Nfirea asked towards Enri.

The young woman offered a strained smile at that. How could she explain to her childhood friend that she had blown a simple horn, a gift from a magnanimous god-like entity she had somehow befriended, and in process summoned an entire legion of battle-ready green-skinned goblins?

"She used an item."

All eyes turned to the petite spell-caster of the Knights of the Blue Rose.

"It was a horn, wasn't it?" The masked mage said.

Enri's jaw dropped while Nigun stiffened.

"How did…?" She asked.

"Like I said, I recognize the goblins, and I know their origins better than most," said Evil-Eye with certain arrogance. "I'll admit, though, I've never seen a goblin troop with such armor."

Being the focus of the knights' attention, and much to Enri's embarrassment, the goblins started showing off their muscles. Enri hid her face behind her hands. Why did the goblins have to be so embarrassing? At least the redcaps had promised to remain unseen for the time being.

"Wow, you sure know your stuff, Shorty," said the big woman, Gagaran.

"It wasn't hard," huffed Evil-Eye, although Enri could make childish arrogance in her tone, much like Nemu when she thought she knew something smart. "They do match the descriptions of the goblins that aided the Thirteen heroes in their journeys, and the language was a dead giveaway."

"It does sound familiar," Lakyus hummed.

"It is god-speech," said one of the Blue Rose assassins.

"We know a bit of it," added the other assassin.

"Bah, God-Speech," derisively scoffed Nigun softly enough for Enri to hear.

"How- how did it happen, Enri?" Nfirea tentatively asked, looking concerned.

He tried to approach Enri, only for Jugem to step in between the two. Armed folded and stern-looking, Nfirea remained rooted in place.

"Jugem!" Hissed Enri.

"The goblin says he got this," Nigun translated the goblin's response.

"What's the story behind chicken-man over there?" Gagaran asked. "Is he a summon as well?"

"Chicken?!" Squawked Nigun. "I'll have you know I am angel, you muscle-brained beast!"

He took a deep breath before puffing up.

"The name is Negan. As for my purpose here, I am a representative of his lordship Ainz Ooal Gown and currently this girl's translator so she can manage her goblins," smoothly said the angel.

Enri winced. Had she been saying his name wrong all along?

"Alright, enough questions," sighed the village chief. "I am sorry to tell you, but we are a bit lacking of space. We won't be able to host you, sirs, not with so many visitors."

"It is no problem, sir," said one of the male knights. "We can camp outside."

"Didn't you hear me, sir?" The Chief huffed. "There are a whole bunch of forest beasts roaming the land."

"I am sure they won't try anything, not after the goblins scared them away," said Enri.

"If you need assistance, I could always contact my Lord," sighed Nigun.

"No," Enri said, suddenly firm. "We will not abuse of Lord Ainz kindness."

Nigun nodded, pleased with the response. Jugem, soon after, start talking to her. He grinned and said something confidently. Nigun sighed, exasperated, and appeared to explain the situation. That only made Jugem smile more.

"The goblin says that if you command it, the… others… could host them," Nigun translated.

"Others? Oh, you mean the other goblins," replied Enri.

"You have even more goblins?" Asked a confused Evil-Eye.

"Ah, yes, about that," Enri mumbled, averting her eyes. "I might… ehm… have summoned a few more goblins than these…"

"Yes! Enri has over five thousand goblins!"

"Nemu!"

The knights stared at Enri, wide-eyed.

"F-five th-thousand?" spluttered Nfirea.

"Why, yes, boy," Nigun said, relishing in the look of shock on Nfirea's face. "The girl here, thanks to his gracious Supremeness, Ainz Ooal Gown, is the warchief of a band five-thousand strong."

Enri sighed. Why did Nigun have to be such an arrogant prick? The angel, though, wasn't done.

"You believe that is impressive? Ha, foolish inferior beings. That's only a miniscule portion of the Supreme One's true power," boasted Nigun.

"There will be a chance of to meet his lordship later," interrupted the village chief, trying to regain control of the conversation. "I suppose we have no other choice, Enri. We will have to- ACK!"

The village chief almost screamed, the knights drew their weapons, the goblins pointed theirs and, just like that, they were all ready to start fighting each other. Enri, on her part, sighed and shook her head.

"Lady Lupusregina, please, don't do that," grunted Enri with a smile.

And indeed, there, having materialized from thin air and scared the wits out bulky chieftain was a laughing Lupusregina. She appeared to enjoy getting the jump on people. The knights stared at the warrior-wife, tense and no doubt confused by her sudden appearance.

"Oh, Enri! I didn't see you there!" The redhead happily replied through Nigun.

With one jump, she was onto Enri and, much to the young woman's shock, gave her a hug. Enri stood there, unsure how to react, as Lupusregina proceeded to scratch Enri's head much like a dog before happily trotting back towards an annoyed Village Chief and tense knights. Without being told to, Nigun followed Lupusregina and translated for her.

"What is happening here? Why are there so many cute knights over here?" An annoyed Nigun translated. "Oh, especially you."

Lupusregina winked at Lakyus, whose face burst into an intense shade of red.

"Who are you?" Sir Lakyus demanded to know, still red-faced.

"I am Lupusregina Beta, loyal servant of his Supremeness Ainz Ooal Gown," The redhead asked. She tilted her head, her smile never dropping. "And you are…?"

Enri stood there as the knights introduced themselves to the warrior-wife. Staring at her, Enri was reminded about Albedo's offer. Could she actually accept it? She glanced at the goblins, who noticed her gaze and perked up with happy smiles. She then looked at Nfirea, who stared in disbelief at Lupusregina, and then at Nemu, who was watching everything with amazement in her eyes. Things were probably definitively exciting for the child.

Seeing all the strangeness around her, from green-skinned goblins to the presence of the Knights of the Blue Rose, Enri could only ponder about the all that had happened so far in her life. It had been quite a ride, from nearly dying to suddenly becoming master of thousands.

What am I going to do now? She thought.

It was a question she had been trying to ignore, and for good reason. Her heart clenched. She couldn't bring herself to continue being a mere commoner, not at the expense of Lord Ainz's kindness. He gave her so much already, and he kept giving even more, without asking for a reward.

She looked down at her feet, fists clenched.

I did promise myself that I would not let Lord Ainz go unrewarded anymore, didn't I? She said, pained by her own inability to live up to her own promises. I suppose I know what I have to do when Lord Ainz comes…

A small smile of resignation crossed her face as her eyes fell on Nemu. Perhaps, with any luck, Lord Ainz would give Nemu a better life outside Carne Village. Enri wouldn't mind taking Nemu with her, to be educated while Enri served Lord Ainz and repaid her debt.

"S-so… goblins, huh?"

Enri snapped out of her thoughts and turned to a smiling Nfirea.

"Yeah," said Enri with a strained smile. "Not what you imagined when you returned, huh?"

"Well, I always thought you were amazing," Nfirea mumbled, averting his eyes. "But goblins were a definite surprise."

The two shared a chuckle at that.

"Oh, stop it you," Enri mused.

She gave Nfirea a friendly punch, before giving Jugem a warning look not to interfere. This time, the goblin appeared to understand and stayed put, albeit with a petulant huff. Meanwhile, Lupusregina was happily speaking with the knights, who in turn squinted warily at her.

"Thanks for showing up, Nfi," said Enri. "You have no idea how much I missed you."

"R-really?" Stammered Nfirea. "Oh, I just… I was very worried when I heard what had happened – about the attack and… ehm… yeah, here I am."

"I guess your grandmother didn't like you running off like that," giggled Enri.

"N-no… she was pissed," said Nfirea.

Enri laughed. Oh, it was nice to have such a good friend.

"So what happened exactly? Did the goblins…?" Nfirea gulped. "Did you manage to summon them because of- of this Ainz Ooal Gown person I heard so much?"

"Yes," Enri nodded, smiling at him. "I hope you can get to talk to him today. He's great!"

"Really?" Weakly, and despondently, asked Nfirea.

"Hey, is everything alright?" Enri asked, concerned.

"Yes, yes, I am only tired," said Nfirea.

"Tell me about your trip," excitedly demanded Enri with a cheerful smile. "I can't believe you met the Knights of the Blue Rose!"

Nfirea blushed and smile, awkwardly scratching his neck while averting his eyes. He then looked straight Enri, ready to tell his tale, before a certain redhead wrapped an arm around him.

"Well, so this is the great Enri Emmot I heard so much about, huh?"

"B-Brita!" Spluttered Nfirea.

The woman, Brita, laughed in response.

"Name's Brita, nice to meet yah," said the redhead before studying Enri. "Man, I can see why this guy came running all the way here."

Enri laughed, all while Nfirea looked ready to die from embarrassment. Brita grinned, glancing at her fellow warriors who were still talking with Lupusregina and the Chief, no doubt about what had happened as of late and, by the sounds of it, what would be happening that day.

"It's nice to meet you," Enri said.

She noticed the way Brita held onto Nfirea, and it suddenly occurred to her that, maybe, her good friend had found himself a woman.

Way to go, Nfi, thought Enri, impressed. Did he want to come here all the way to tell me about his newfound love? That's so sweet.

"Are you a huscarl, by any chance?" Enri asked.

"Yep!" Brita nodded. "Not the best around here, but still a proud warrior for Mayor Rettenmeier. I am not part of any of them, though." She pointed at Sir Peter and the others. "My comrades are back in E-Rantel. I came here for this guy."

She snickered, tightening her grasp on Nfirea.

Who would have known Nfirea liked warrior women, an amused Enri thought.

"Enri! Enri!" Nemu shouted, grabbing her and jumping excitedly. "Can you believe it? The Blue Roses!"

"Yes, incredible, isn't it?" Enri laughed, ruffling Nemu's hair.

"Are they here to marry Lord Ainz too?" Nemu innocently asked, a tad too innocently.

Enri choked while Brita burst out laughing, slapping her leg. Nfirea, on his part, looked horrified.

"M-marry… Lord Ainz… too?" Wheezed a pale Nfirea.

"Well, duh," said Nemu as if it was obvious. "Lord Ainz and Enri are-"

Enri felt bells of alarm ringing in her head and immediately grabbed the girl and slapped a hand over her mouth. Nemu struggled, but she couldn't hope to escape the grasp of the extremely embarrassed Enri.

"Ha, look at the sun! It is high noon!" Enri nervously chuckled. "Why don't you go and help mother and father before Lord Ainz arrives?"

She gave Nemu a warning look. The girl pouted but got the message. Glowering at Enri, Nemu hurried away into the village. Enri sighed and shook her head.

"Don't listen to her," said Enri with a forced smile. "No one is marrying Lord Ainz."

"Enri!"

The girl in question turned to look at Lupusregina. All around her the knights of the Blue Rose and Swords of Darkness stood around, frowning, while the village chief looked expectantly. Confused, Enri walked over to her and a cheerful Nigun, followed by Jugem and his troop (who unbeknownst to her flexed their arms intimidatingly at Nfirea along the way, as if marking their territory with their muscles).

"What is it, Lady Lupusregina?" Asked Enri.

"Lord Ainz is coming, girl," said Nigun. He traded a conspiratorial look with Lupusregina. "And Lady Lupusregina here thought if it wouldn't be possible for you to wear an attire more befitting your station. Perhaps something more… goblinesque?"

Enri frowned, unsure what they meant, only to realize where they were going.

"W-what? No!" Squawked Enri, covering herself. "That outfit is embarrassing!"

"Oh, come on!" Begged Lupusregina. "I want to see it! Lady Albedo said you look beautiful and like a true warchief!"

"What outfit?" Asked Nfirea, worried. "Warchief?"

"Oh yes," Nigun smugly nodded. "The girl – Miss Emmot here – is a full-fledged warchief of a goblin warband, and has an armor befitting her new station."

The knights and warriors gathered stared at Enri in disbelief. Enri, in turn, spluttered like a fish out of water. Nigun, being Nigun, said something to the goblins, and soon after, Jugem and the others looked at Enri with big bright hopeful eyes, making Enri far more embarrassed.

Why do they want to see me in that- that armor?! A scandalized Enri thought.

"I am sure Lord Ainz would love to see you in that outfit," purred Lupusregina through Nigun.

Enri bit her lip. She didn't want to wear that Cosmetic Skin (as Lady Albedo had called it), but it had been a gift from Lord Ainz, hadn't it? It would be rude not to use it.

"Please, pretty please!" Begged Lupusregina, with two large pleading eyes. "For Lord Ainz!"

"Warchief! Warchief! Warchief!" The goblins chanted.

Enri grimaced, closed her eyes and then sighed. She did promise to pay Lord Ainz for his kindness. She was not going to spit on his face for all he had done, especially not a gift of his. Thus, she took a deep breath and mustered her courage. An Emmot charged forward.

"She's going to do it!" Squealed an excited Lupusregina.

And without more hesitation, Enri did as Lady Albedo had taught her. She did a pulling motion and, in an instant, her clothes had changed. The reaction of the people around was instantaneous.

Lakyus and Evil-Eye stared, shocked, while Gagaran smirked and gave a thumbs up. Tia and Tina, in the background, looked on with pink cheeks and a tiny trial of blood streaming down their noses. Brita's jaw went slack, gobsmacked, while Peter, being a noble night, averted his eyes, flushed. Lukrut looked like he had been made king, Ninya covered his face with visible innocent embarrassment and Dayne, being Dayne, calmly hummed and stroke his beard.

SLUMP

"Huh?" Enri looked around, only to notice that Nfirea had fainted.

The goblins, on the other hand, broke into a loud cheer.

"Warchief! Warchief! Warchief!" The goblins chanted.

Lupusregina, in turn, burst out laughing, rolling on the ground and tears of mirth coming off her eyes. Nigun just snickered, pleased with himself.

"She actually did it!" Laughed the unknown werewolf. "She fell for it!"

It took her a few seconds for Enri to realize that Lupusregina, the scoundrel she was, had tricked her. Her face burst into a bright crimson color and she gritted her teeth. Her chest swelled with both rage and unimaginable embarrassment.

Enri was about to make her feelings known, when all of a sudden, Lupusregina stopped laughing, looking at the front gate, and with newfound professionalism, knelt down. Nigun followed her gaze, only to follow suit. Enri frowned, only to realize what they had seen.

There, at the gate, was a familiar dark void: one of Lord Ainz portals.

Enri got a feeling of déjà vu as something walked out of it. However, instead of angels, Enri had to turn her head upwards. She stared in disbelief, as a massive creature stepped out. Alongside Lady Rubedo, the creature, some sort of tall insectoid, stepped forward before moving to a side and slamming their weapons on the ground and standing in full attention.

Soon after, came Lord Ainz himself. He walked out with a smile in place, his burning red eyes shining with passion, like a fearsome dark entity protruding from the void itself. Lady Albedo and Lady Shalltear followed, clad in full armor. Right behind them, and closing the formation, came Lord Sebas.

The time had come: Lord Ainz Ooal Gown and his retinue had arrived to Carne Village.

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Lakyus wasn't prepared. Then again, nothing had prepared her to come face to face with the Charming Evil. He strolled out of darkness itself, followed by evil-looking vassals, like a dark legend of old. She didn't miss how one of the servants was demon-kin, with black angel-wings and horns, and another was a vampire, blood eyes boring into her very soul. The insectoid, who radiated a chill that Lakyus could feel from afar, and the metallic angel weren't far behind in the intimidation scale.

The whole outfit and demeanor of Lord Ainz screamed evil Lord. From the dark robes, the golden magical staff, to those beautiful – er – nightmarish, yes, nightmarish, not beautiful – eyes of his. The knowing smirk and the confidence with which he strutted towards them gave off a certain allure. Yes, he was definitively the Charming Evil…

…and Lakyus was loving every moment of his presence, much to her chagrin. It probably was Kilineiram's fault.

I am a holy knight of the kingdom! Lakyus reminded herself, pushing down dastardly thoughts. I will fight his evil allure! Even if your strength grows with the upcoming darkness, Kilineiram, I'll not surrender to his call! I'll stay true to my path!

Kilineiram, floating behind her, gave her the best equivalent of a confused look a magical weapon could give.

"Lord Ainz!" The village chief said, bowing.

"Chief," replied the Charming Evil. "Good to see you in good health."

His eyes turned to the knights, all of them stood there, shocked. Those burning eyes of his quickly found Lakyus.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Sir Lakyus of the Knights of the Blue Rose," softly said the Charming Evil.

Lakyus managed to look stoic enough, even if she did blush a bit. Inside, though, felt like she was melting.

Stay strong! He's clearly trying to use his charms to spirit you away for evil deeds! She told herself.

Kilineiram, being the uppity piece of equipment it was, rippled with its equivalent of laughter.

"I am honored by your presence," said Lord Ainz. He gave a bow. "Enri, how nice to - Ach du lieber Gott, is that a rare cosmetic skin?!"

And just like that, the Charming Evil's entire persona, one radiating confidence and a certain charm to him, changed into that of an excited child. The black knight and vampire both cleared their throats in unison, and the Lord Ainz regained his composure, back to acting calm and confident. Such had been the shift in demeanor, Lakyus thought she had imagined it.

Unbeknownst to all of them, a certain Overlord was face-palming at his creation's antics.

"I apologize, Enri," said Lord Ainz. "You look absolutely stunning in that unique and rare attire. It suits you."

"I- I – ehm – th-thanks, L-Lord Ainz," stammered the poor peasant girl.

Poor girl, she has fallen trap to the Charming Evil's power, thought Lakyus. I will not be like her! I will resist!

Lakyus glanced at the Emmot girl, or rather her outfit. Would Lord Ainz give her a similar dark armor if she fell to his charms? Black wouldn't look bad on her…

No! Don't think about that! You are a holy warrior! Lakyus told herself.

"How about we go through the introductions? We are on a time schedule here," Lord Ainz said.

And introductions they did. Truth to be told, Lakyus had expected things to be tenser, given the presence of the monsters. Maybe Lakyus was a tad distracted and unable to read the mood, however. Her focus was, after all, on the damned Charming Evil who kept trying to use his allure to get his will over her. Oh, but she was resisting!

The large Insectoid left soon after, returning through a dark portal. That bit of magic hadn't been missed by Lakyus (or anyone else). What tier could it be? Fifth tier? Lord Ainz was truly a powerful mage, perhaps stronger than they could have possibly imagined. Lakyus, instead of apprehension, felt a weird sense of excitement.

After the introductions, Lord Ainz and his entourage invited them all to join him in his meeting with chieftains. Feeling like she should represent Princess Renner, Lakyus agreed. Sir Peter and his knights, on the other hand, felt they should stay out of it all and maybe watch over poor Nfirea Bareare, who was still knocked out.

I wonder if I could make men faint with an evil outfit from Lord Ainz, wondered Lakyus, before dismissing such heinous and heretical thoughts. Who am I? My uncle? Ha! Nice try, Kilineiram!

The sword limited itself to give its equivalent of a roll of eyes.

Evil-Eye, Lakyus noticed, seemed fascinated by both Lord Ainz and the vampire. Lakyus understood Lord Ainz, he was the Charming Evil and everything. But the vampire knight?

As they walked onwards, Lakyus found her attention to the shadows. Much to her confusion, she imagined seeing things moving there. At one point she could have sworn she spotted three glowing eyes staring at her, before they vanished. She also thought she saw goblins clad in red caps… but that was ridiculous, wasn't it? Instead, she tried to focus on Lord Ainz.

Before long, they made it to the village square, where Lord Ainz proceeded to steal everyone's attention.

"Greetings everyone!" He said with a deep booming voice that must have resonated across the entire village.

Everyone at the village center stared, already erupted by the evil entity.

"I thank you all for coming here to speak with me, Lord Ainz Ooal Gown!"

Lakyus had to admit, Lord Ainz sure had a taste for theatrics. The wave of his arm, the way he puffed up his chest and seemed to act passionate, even if he was only introducing himself, was clearly making him look quite grand. By the looks of it, Enri was also enjoying the dramatic flair of Lord Ainz, although she did seem amused by it.

Before she knew it, Lakyus was leaning against a wall within Carne Village Grand Hall, next to her fellow knights. All around her, she was trapped within a crowd of all kinds of people. Chieftains, chiefs, knights, lords… it seemed dozens upon dozens have come to see Lord Ainz. It only then occurred to her that there way perhaps too many people, more than she should have expected.

His evil charms are distracting me! She mentally swore.

Lord Ainz sat before them all, in a tall throne-like chair. On each side sat his warrior-wives, the vampire and demon-kin. A very embarrassed Enri Emmot, still clad like a warchief, sat next to Albedo, who kept patting her lap almost reassuringly.

The grand hall was deathly quiet. There weren't even whispers. Lakyus didn't know how to describe the mood. Were everyone tense and weary? Were they all caught behind Lord Ainz's evil charms? Were they all ogling poor Enri? Tia and Tina certainly couldn't pry their eyes off the commoner-turned-warchief.

What would I do if I became a warchief? Get rid of nobles, that's for sure, hummed Lakyus, pleased with the thought. She quickly shook her head. No! I would never! Urgh, it is excruciating to resist the evil influence of this entity!

"Now then," said Lord Ainz. "Why don't we cut to the chase…?"

He took a deep breath and looked around.

"You must all have a thousand – no, a million questions about my origins," said Lord Ainz, slow and deliberate. "Let me begin thus: the land I come from is distant, and unknown to you all. It is a place unlike these lands… and yet so alike it. To name it would be pointless, and to describe it more so. All that needs to be said, is that it is a land that is no more, and that I to which there is no return."

There was a grim silence in which everyone processed what they had just heard.

"Thus, I have arrived here with one purpose: to live in peace, untroubled if possible, within my small home," said Lord Ainz. "I trust no one here, other than my servants, with its location, but suffice it to say that since no one has found it, it will hopefully remain hidden and it is out of your way. I am not the lord of vast open fields beneath the sun… or castles under the sky… I do not rule over a country nor do I wish to."

He gave everyone a dark look, the fire within those dark empty eye-sockets of his glowing intently.

"I do not have an iota of interest in conquest, ruling or the kind," proclaimed Lord Ainz.

He paused, before smiling.

"All I care for is the betterment of my servants, and to that end, I am interested in trade. I am no threat or enemy, lest you make me one – and trust me, that is a fate I advise against," said Lord Ainz. "That being said, it has come to my attention that the state of the Kingdom is… less than favorable."

Lakyus grimaced, ashamed. He wasn't entirely wrong, yet it hurt to hear it from a stranger.

"I have noticed a widespread corruption amidst its ruling class, abuse from those meant to be protectors, and oppression over those meant to work the land," declared Lord Ainz. "It has also come to my attention the presence of despicable criminal organizations running amok, unimpeded, such as Eight Fingers."

By the Four, he knows just how bad everything is! Thought Lakyus. This is worse than the princess believed…

Her eyes widened. Lakyus suddenly realized she should have informed the Princess of the meeting and, more importantly, it seemed that the rumors of Lord Ainz being unable to speak the language were wrong. Quite the contrary, Lord Ainz mastered their language quite expertly… even if it did hold a Southern accent, akin to those of the Theocracy.

"In order to build a better relationship between my people and yours, I extend my full hand of friendship towards you," said Lord Ainz. "I intend to meet with the King soon…" he turned to a certain huscarl, who Lakyus recognized as the representative from Stronoff's warrior troop. The two exchanged nods "…as early as tomorrow."

Lakyus' eyes widened. She wasn't the only one surprised. Everyone gasped and exchanged murmurs and whispers. When Lord Ainz spoke, everyone fell silent.

"Now then, tell me about yourselves," Lord Ainz imperiously commanded. "Perhaps I can forward your worries, your concerns, your fears, to the King. Rest assured, though, I full intend to aid all of you to the extent it does not harm my servants."

He truly acts like the savior of this land, thought Lakyus.

She looked at the hopeful glint in the eyes of the commoners and the terrified looks on the faces of the few minor nobles who had shown up.

And who could blame him? She mentally sighed.

"If it is up to me, I would hunt every brigand, traitor and criminal across these lands. I, however, am a guest," said the magnanimous dark entity. "I will first speak with your King and then, only then, act accordingly. I do expect some thanks in return. A bit of grain and food never hurts, does it?"

There was a round of nervous chuckles at that.

"Now then," Lord Ainz smirked at them. "Shall we properly begin this Gathering?"

Lakyus had to admit, this Charming Evil was nothing she had ever faced before.

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The Cementery of E-Rantel was a desolate place. During the day, it looked simple enough, with tombstones aligned one after another. During the night, it took on a terrifying aspect. No one liked venturing into it. Sadly, someone had to patrol the place, lest undead were allowed to jump on innocents.

That particular night, it was a trio of knights who patrolled the cemetery. They were members of the Holy Sun Knight Order, a large order funded by Lord Blumrush. As it also happened, they were novices, and thus got some of the worst tasks within the order.

They carried no lantern with them. Instead, if one looked carefully, their eyes had a black halo around glowing yellow pupils, signifying they were under the effects of [Dark Vision] spell.

"Dull night," muttered one of them.

"They are all dull," spat another one. "There have been few undead spotted…"

"It has been a quiet decade, hasn't it?" The third one said.

"Shush, I heard something," the first one muttered.

They immediately looked around, their hands on their maces. They didn't move, and they all held their breaths. Seconds passed, and soon enough, they were exchanging frowns.

One of them stepped forward and raised a hand.

"[Detect Undead]!" He said, pointing his hand to where he thought he had heard something.

However, he came empty and the man relaxed.

"Well, shit! I got scared for nothing," spat the knight. "Must have been a rat."

"Or a tomb robber," shrugged one of his companions. "I heard mages pay good gold for any corpses to test magic on."

"Don't be stupid," huffed the third one. "Let's go. The early we finish this stupid patrol, the earlier we can hit the streets."

"You mean that whorehouse you love so much?" One of the teased.

The trio shared a nervous laugh, happy that they didn't actually have to fight that night, and walked away. If they had turned around, they might have spotted a pair of bright glowing eyes of a woman, smirking devilishly at them.

For a brief second, Clementine pondered whether she couldn't go and kill those fools. She sighed, exasperated, before ducking down and sneaking away, towards her destination. Clementine grinned like a cat as she spotted her target.

It was a large white marble mausoleum. Expensive looking, it was easy to tell it belonged to some rich noble. What no one knew, though, were the dark connections of the noble who had invested in the construction of that place.

Clementine sauntered into the mausoleum, straight to the central coffin. There, she took a moment to study the runes etched on it, before giggling and pressing one of them. She laughed as she heard a click and gears rumbling behind the marble coffin. The stone grumbled as it slid to a side, revealing a staircase that led deep into the ground.

With a spring in her step, Clementine walked down the stairs, three steps at a time, and humming a merry tune. She must have climbed down dozens of steps before she made it to a huge cavernous chamber lit by torches. At the center, between tall pillars, was a large ritual circle.

"Ooh, so this is Death-Caller's lair?" Mused Clementine. She looked around. "Hello? Anyone home?"

She smirked and drew one of her stilletos.

"Come out, Khajit, I know you are there," purred Clementine.

Instead of the man she expected, though, a massive monstrous undead stomped from behind a rock. Clementine stared, amazed, as the skeletal form, carrying a huge black shield, horned helmet and twists dark blade growled at her.

"Oh my, a Death Knight? My, Khajit, aren't you talented?" Giggled Clementine.

Behind her, much to her surprise, another huge undead blocked her escape. This one looked like the Death Knight, but with two swords instead of a massive tower-shield.

"And a Death Warrior? Khajit, you dog," laughed Clementine.

"Who are you?" Spat someone.

Clementine grinned as a crimson-robed bald old man peaked from behind the Death Knight. On one hand, Clementine saw him clench a staff. He was holding something else on the other, something red, like a stone.

"How do you know my name?" Growled the man. "You are from the Theocracy, aren't you?" He squinted at her. "And no doubt from an elite squad under Surshana's Chapter if you recognize such high-level undead as Death Knights and Death Warriors."

"I, am Lady Clementine," purred the woman with a mocking bow. "And as for how I know you… I had fun with that puppy of yours, Luca. He felt my mark and approached me. What a good boy, telling me all that I needed to know, Khajit!"

Clementine giggled.

"Or should I call you Dale?" Cackled the woman.

"What did you to do him, you bint?" Spat Khajit. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't destroy you right here and now!"

Clementine gestured to her arm, where all of a sudden, a black mark appeared. It exuded a dark miasma, all while revealing the image of a black skull with a red flame on its left eye socket.

"I am part of the fun here, Dale," mused Clementine. "And as for that puppy of yours… oh well, he's probably dead somewhere."

"You sadistic bitch," grunted Khajit, rolling his eyes. "Do you know how hard it is to find useful minions around here, especially magic casters willing to join our organization?"

"Sorry," said Clementine, only to add. "Not!"

She cackled, making Khajit growl.

"Enough! Tell me your purpose here!" Demanded Khajit.

"Harbinger," said Clementine. "And he told me to give you this."

She threw the [Crown of Wisdom] at him, only to be intercepted by the Death Knight. Clementine rolled his eyes as the delicate item fell to the ground.

"Is that… why did you bring me such a useless object?" Khajit muttered. "Anyone who uses it will go crazy!"

"That's what I told Harvey! He said you'd know what to do with it, though," shrugged Clementine. "Oh, yes, he also said to start the plan by the end of the week."

"What?! No!" Protested Khajit. "It is still too early!"

"Ooh, Harvey said you'd protest," giggled Clementine.

"Of course I'll protest!" retorted the old man. "This operation is my life's work! We are not ready!"

"Oh well, I did my job," shrugged Clementine. "Just for you to know, he did say he would show up."

That made Khajit's eyes widen in horror.

"Harbinger… is coming here?" He whispered, only to gulp.

"Why are you so afraid of Harvey? You have your big, hunky bodyguards," mused Clementine.

"You fool! Who do you think created these undead to protect my operation?" Khajit spat. He turned around, rubbing his face. "Fine, I guess I don't have a choice!"

He glanced at the [Crown of Wisdom], still laying on the ground. He scowled.

"I think I know how to use that," sighed the old man. "I will need your assistance."

"Do I get to kill people?" Asked Clementine.

Khajit rolled his eyes and groaned.

"Yes, yes, there will be people to kill, you crazy bitch," said the old man. "Just remember who I am, Clementine! I am Death-Caller of Zurrernon!"

"Yeah, yeah," Clementine dismissively said. "Say, Dale, is Hell-Raiser here too? I would love to meet him."

"It's a she," corrected Khajit. "And she's in Re-Estize… and do not call me DALE!"

"Sure, Dale," Clementine giggled. "Oh, and what's that?"

"Aren't you a curious thing?" Said Khajit. He smirked, however, as he revealed the object he had been holding on his hand. "This? This is the center piece to the whole plan."

He revealed the red orb in his grasp.

"Now, you crazy woman, tell me how you can serve Zurrernon in our plans for E-Rantel," said Khajit.

"First tell me what the whole plan is," purred Clementine. "I was promised death and fun."

Khajit smirked.

"Oh, you have no idea what awaits E-Rantel…"

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Author Notes: ...I'm BACK! And boy am I writing again. Guys, what did you think? I must have rewritten this chapter like five times, never satisfied, and I still feel like I could have done better!

Important Question: What do you guys think of OFC?

I might include a Dwarf OFC for the Dwarven Kingdom arc (you know, to add to the harem), suggested by a reader, but I am not so sure and I'd like to hear your opinion on that. Perhaps it could derail the story, right?

Well, I hope you liked the story thus far.

Thanks for your reviews, all of you! Like another writer said, reviews are a writer's bread in Fanfic net, and all those who have added your opinions, for better and for worse, have really fueled by Overlord-writting obsession.

Do not expect a chapter next week, though... tests are coming and work is increasing... urgh...

Cheers,

The Emerald Commander